whatsinaname?

when we are born our parents deem it necessary to label us, so as not be confused with the cd player or family car.

we grow up learnin to respond to that label/handle. our mark of identity. we tend to remain unique. until we get to school, only to find that our label/handle/moniker might not be unique after all. (i was lucky, i suppose, all thru school and college nobody shared my name. so i guess that made me unique!!) then things begin to get a little bit nasty. when kids add to ur existing label/handle/moniker/sign-in. unfortunately its hardly anything nice. who wud want to go thru his/her school life known as jabba the hutt or a demonised plaything from the nether regions.whats scary is if one starts to believe in the new label/handle/moniker/sign-in/tag. whats worse is if one day u suddenly realise the kids called u jabba the hutt, cuz u resembled a giant slug.

high school brings with it its own set of traumatic endorsements. so now jabba the hutt cant even get a date cuz the guys/girls think of consequence. now really, wud u want jabbas tongue in ur mouth???!!!

well finally one day u get a job. and eventually turn into a zombie. but by this time it doesnt matter what anybody calls u cuz ur brain dead anyways. then u decide to marry.(hey jabba didnt just magically appear, he had parents too, u kno) ur husband/wife calls u darlin and honey and sweets and..... 11 years, 2 kids, another mortgage, a mistress/secret lover, 3rd car later - begins to call u by ur real label/handle/moniker/sign-in/tag/title which is.....(wrong) ur now jabba for life. even ur kids call u jabba. the neighbors dog with the doggie urinary infection pees on u. even the old lady down the street spits on u cuz she thinks ur hell's reject.

so whats in a name? ur identity. u.