A new character was recently introduced on my favorite TV show…and her name is Sage.
She’s not much like me. She likes to double-cross people and play mind games…oh, and she’s a vampire who drinks human blood, so there’s that.
This probably isn’t very interesting to those of you with common names, but I don’t run across other Sages very often.
My name is rare enough that I’m usually the only Sage any given person knows, but it’s not so unusual that people would ask how to spell it or think that I’m really weird (they think I’m really weird for other reasons).
My husband, Chris, on the other hand, has an extremely common name—and not just his first name. His full name is so common, that we have discovered another person with the same name in EVERY town we’ve lived in, even in other states.
This means Chris is often handed the wrong person’s clothes at the dry cleaners, or a new doctor will pull another patient’s files.
But that’s not the end of it. Chris’s full name is pronounced similarly to that of actor and activist Christopher Reeve. (Chris’s last name is different than my last name. It’s not Reeve, but it’s close.)
If Chris says his full name to anyone our age or older, I can guarantee that the next words out of the person’s mouth will be,
“Oh! Like Superman!”
Thank goodness Christopher Reeve had a stellar reputation. I feel bad for regular folks who share their names with less likeable celebrities, such as Charlie Sheen.
Do names matter?
I’ve argued before that names don’t matter. You might really like your name…until a serial killer on the news shares the same name. You might know someone with a certain name who’s nice…and then meet someone with the same name who you’d like to kick in the balls.
But then again, my actions suggest that names do matter. Years ago, I broke off from an abusive family and legally changed my last name. My old last name was tying me to memories and people I’d rather forget.
In my case, a new name changed everything. I could see myself as a kinder, loving person with so much light to share with the world…something that my old name prevented me from feeling.
In the meantime, I’ll live vicariously through evil vampire Sage on TV. She looks like she’s having a fun time.
How do you feel about your name?
Have you ever had a strong feeling about someone because of his or her name?
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