+i'm a fan of nicknames. and if you're particularly special to me, you have a nickname that i like to keep secret. i guess i'm possessive/private about nicknames i give to others or i get. nicknames are personal, to me. or maybe i don't want to hear someone use the nickname i gave someone?
as far as nicknames i've received in the less recent past, here are some of the highlights:
+nic (like nick), moT, fidget, curly, and flash.
+my first boyfriend called me "miss forcefull" after i managed to break, disable or destroy a few items (perhaps more than a few) i either attempted to assemble or repair in a matter of a few months. eventually, i learned to be patient enough to wait for help. or read directions. and i returned the favor by offering him his own nickname "mr. passive aggressive". good times. of course, i was an idiot in my 20s.
+my (short) older boss used to call me amazon or something like that. that was annoying. it's not like i'm all that tall. it creeped me out, but i didn't see him enough to care that much.
+for years i was "monicat" or just "cat" to my work peeps. that's often how i refer to myself in self-talk. "c'mon monicat, don't forget to open the door this time"... my last name begins with T.
+my maternal grandma called me sunny almost exclusively. i always looked to see who she was talking to. i really don't get it. but she started out by calling me nic or nicki and apparently it took a disastrous turn.
+during some of my more adventuring and self-involved days i began writing a collection of poetry after i'd come home from NYC and working in a factory while going to school. it was my feeble attempt to somehow legitimize the intensity of how i viewed everything, i.e. "so much feels". i wrote as kyle wallace (kyle was my chosen name if a boy and my dad's bio name is wallace). the writing was intensely private and i exorcised some demons by saying things "out loud" that had never been "voiced". eventually, i killed kyle wallace when i learned to stop taking myself so seriously and change my entire focus, actually.
+finally, i'm going to come clean about "goat girl". it was a recycled name that i hated too. : D my mom called me that when she discovered i'd trained our two goats to, among other things, charge my brother on command. in my defense, he was awful to me and it kind of evened the score. my mom noticed that the goats started following me around and started calling me it. i hated it so much. so, you couldn't imagine how happy i was to return it to its rightful owner. : D
hey, this is way long. : ) good idea, roh chris!
In 7th grade we learn about Francis Drake and, because I got 100% for the short test that followed, a classmate began to call me "Drake" a name which has (sadly) stuck for years. I didn't mind at the time, but now hardly anyone calls me that, only a handful of people from school. I can't stand it now, but my brother and his wife still call me by that name. His nickname is Blues and that name has stuck with him since 4th grade. He has always embraced that name. I prefer my own name or a shortened version of the name.
