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That Crazy Little Name You're Called
Just within the last couple of days, I've learned of some of my reader's nicknames. Whether we love them or hate them, we've all got them.
My personal experience with nicknames has been that they change over time. When I was quite young, and pretended to be a gunslinger, my nickname was Roni. My sister gave me the name and a bracelet bearing that engraved one year for my birthday. As I became an awkward tall and skinny teen, I became known as any one of a variety of names from Eyelashes and Twiggy, to Olive Oil. I can't say any of those made me feel particularly loved!
As a young adult, my brother began calling me Ramjet. Sometimes he switched it out to Roter Rooter Scooter. I am not about to disclose the reasons behind any of his choices.
Friends later referred to me as Rhoda and I can still determine the length of time I've known someone when I'm walking down the street and someone hollers, "Hey, Rhoda!"
These days I'm more often referred to as Frufru or Squeaky Pants - and just for clarity, the latter refers to my sending a multitude of text messages via my iPhone. Sure, someone will on occasion refer to me as Phatty, but for the most part, it's all in a loving spirit.
What nicknames have you been referred to as you and your acquaintances have changed over the years?
Was there any permanent damage done?