Thursday, July 24, 2003
I know your name. Now, you're mine. |1:53 PM|
Back at road runner, one of the minor annoyances I had was with people who used my name more often during the phone call than necessary. The caller would usually have me repeat my name, then keep saying it over and over, once, sometimes twice each sentence. I began to really hate the sound of my own name. It was a tiny issue, that over the course of months, built up in my head to the point that when people use my name too much, I want to reach out and snap their neck.

It's my name, not yours, stop saying it. Their intent could be to put the conversation on more familiar terms, or to make me note the exchange more or maybe they think they have power over me because they know my name. This is just a tip to anyone who uses this "tactic" in day to day life, especially in requests: Look out for me. I don't know how, I don't know when, but one day I'm going to find a way to make saying my name cause fear and pain in one of these people. If I have to chain them in a basement and stab them in the groin with a tazer while screaming my name for weeks on end, then I guess that's what I'll do.

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