The Jeep commercial tells me my name is what makes me unique. That it says who I truly am. I think not. It’s just another label. Another way by which people categorize me, put me on a shelf, and then direct their attention to more important things. Like themselves.
A name is a way for someone you’ve just met to place you into a slot so they can remember you. So they don’t have to think too much about where you fit in. Is your last name ethnic? You belong in this slot. Is your first name gender specific? You belong in that slot. Does your name remind them of a character in a book they hated? Slot number 3, please.
Maybe I’m overly annoyed by this because I’m about to slide head first into a mid-life crisis. Or maybe I’m just tired of having others tell me who I am and what’s important to me.
Or maybe, just maybe, I want someone (anyone) to see me just once without judgment, without trying to reduce me to a few labels that can be quickly filed away.
Yes, I believe I’ll change my name.