My favorite people wait to get a sense of a creature they are entrusted to name before attaching one … your favorite boy name may be Barclay … but your 32-hour-old infant is, sadly, just not a Barclay. He’s Fred. The beagle mix you rescued is called Pritchett, but you will rescue her from that as well.
I’ve not had the privilege of being entrusted with such a grave responsibility for quite a while, save for a series of short-lived Bettas. That makes me sad. It’s something I want to change.
Names are important.
I’m not fond of my name … but I’ve not given much thought to what I am, name-wise. Are we are given names whether we like them or not? Whether we feel them or not?
What’s the last name you bestowed? … Do you like your name?