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Get my name wrong (9)
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Oct 10, 2006
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The best way to make me immediately dislike you is to get my name wrong. Call me Bill. Call me Rashad. Call me Steve [1]. Either way, call me "not your friend any more" because that's what I am. I don't mind if you say, "What was your name again?" Everyone's bad with names. Chances are I don't remember yours either. Just don't call me something I'm not. For some strange reason, I take it as an insult, and I'll pretty much never forgive you. I take it really personally, and I think it has something to do with thinking I must not be important enough for my name to be remembered. In some circumstances, I'll readily admit to this like Lester Burnham in American Beauty: "It's ok, I wouldn't remember me either." But if you go out on a limb and get my name wrong, you're immediately put on my List of People Who've Gotten My Name Wrong. For this very reason, I almost never use a person's name when I greet them, just in case I get it wrong. I say, "Hey, how's it going?" or "It was good to see you again". I could be completely sure of their name and I could be continually repeating it in my head so I don't get it wrong, but I end up not saying it because I don't want to cause what I would perceive as harm. Yes, I have problems.
[1] Calling me Steve will put you on the List of People Who've Almost Gotten My Name Wrong. Steve is quite phonetically similar to Dave, so I'll let it slide. Once. #psychology
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