I think so. But I'm very particular about what I'm called. Refusal to accept my choice of name bothers me.
Yeah. Answering to Allie really bugs the shit out of me. I'm having a "this is the name i use on credits and this is what i am inviting you to use as a familiar" thing.
I usually think it's a thing where when people sign something with a nick it's an invitation to reply with it. I don't know what makes me feel odd doing it in some places. I can't call Steven Chu "Steve." He has a nobel. But that's how he signs his emails. You're going to have to be Dr. Chu.
Cash. Oh I'm so sorry this is happening.
Jesus, Cash.
Luckily people don't fuck with my name to my face except two. One gets a pass because she's just...she's her. The other is a disrespectful bitch.
I told a developer here that I wanted to add an exclamation point to my name, and he took it in the spirit it was offered. I am glad. Then he suggested I change my name to a SQL statement. DROP TABLE USERS. Booyah. It's nice to be understood.
I sort of have the opposite problem re: my name; the full form, which is on every document ever -I don't know if I'd even realize someone was referring to me if I heard it. I've always gone by a diminutive form. I've had some teachers and professors who just would NOT ACCEPT THIS and it drove me insane.
I had an argument with someone recently that ita was your actual name.
Him: No it isn't! It's a nickname!
Me:...
Lots of ~ma, Cashmere. That's an awful lot to deal with.
As for the not-mentioning, I've been driving Zipcars for errands for a while, but I try to limit it, because I have such a superstitious relationship with driving at this point. Even my neurologist said that's it's all about my fear of driving at this point (and, well, money) but when I told him how many close calls I'd had with seizures and driving years ago (before my seizures were as well- controlled) he admitted that my fears weren't totally irrational.
I guess I've just never completely gotten over having seizures in the first place: losing consciousness with no warning, no auras, and waking up later, with memory loss, sometimes injuries...it totally changed my perspective on what my body was capable of, and what I have control over. But really, all the experts say it's okay to drive, and I'm just limiting my life at this point, and making myself a PITA to others. (Thanks for all the rides, friends, btw)
Uh, is that someone who knows me? Evidently he needs to be introduced to the idea of people named nicknames, because my parents were totally in that groove. At which point...name. It's like magic.
Cash, apparently the ScarJo pictures are definitely real. I have no nude pictures on my phone. Of anyone. I feel behind the times.
He named a moon after you.
Cash, apparently the ScarJo pictures are definitely real.
I have one nude photo of my ass on my phone from where I lost a sharpie fight and my teammates wrote "exit only" on my ass in Las Vegas. But you can't tell it's me.
Thanks for the support, guys. Schizophrenia is a real treat. I keep telling myself at least he's not in prison or institutionalized but my parents are aging rapidly and just can't deal with a 6' 180lb man when he's convinced they're trying to kill him by poisoning the tap water.
I've talked to the SW about finding him alternative living arrangements. Joe draws SSDI so he should qualify for some sort of subsidized, low-income housing. Dad's his trustee and can pay his bills, dole out spending money and make sure he has groceries. We have enough family to help him out with rides, etc. He just can't fucking live with our parents anymore. It's getting too dangerous.
I love him and he's a perfectly nice guy as long as he gets his meds. And stays sober. *sigh*
