Old "about me"
You can call me Wyn, If you so choose, or you can give me a nickname of your own. Preferably one that isn’t insulting. Intentional hurt darts will greatly affect whether or not I choose to respond. Names are very important, I feel, so I have no desire to name a child after myself. I have my mother’s first name and my father’s middle name. My name identity has always felt like a stained glass reflection of my parents’. I do not hate said names, and I am not opposed to children being named after their loved ones and, to be quite honest, the condition of name encouraged my love for names and nicknames in general. I could go on and on about names. Do Sam or Dean have middle names? Why do the names of angels often end with an “iel” or something close to it? The Doctor’s name is the Doctor whether or not that is his name, and his name is his own to share. Carlos needs no name other than Carlos the Scientist, unless he decides differently. Are names really all that important? I’ve met people who’ve impacted me whose names I’ve lost or never learned. If I remember her by her beautiful amber eyes, I will always remember by those amber eyes. Is that not a name in itself?