RETURN OF FARTMAN!

Mere Allocations They Are

A conversations with my friend Zul sparked off an interest to find out the meaning of my name.

Apparently, it means "love of the sea". I'm not sure if they actually meant "love FOR the sea". In any case, I thought that was just not fitting. I tried to picture myself building a house on a kelong, living off the fish and sotong that I gather each day, and it hit me. I can't drink the salt water! I'd die! Hence, if I were to live literally on the sea, then I'd have to perform distillation every day. Now that's really something that I'm not interested in doing. It's an arduous process that doesn't yield the type of satisfaction arduous processes should.

For example, tattoos. You go through a fair amount of pain, physical and mental trauma, as well as the loss of a substantial amount of blood. However, that's something worth doing, because the end result is self-satisfying. Of course, I'm not saying that all those sea people do not enjoy the process of distillation. I'm sure that some of them definitely do. However, I cannot picture myself as truly the love of the sea. I love lounging at the beach, checking out people, getting a tan, things normal people do. That's about it. However, I still love my name, because it's unique, relatively, and because ultimately it's me. I'm the one who has this name, with these tattoos, with this amount of body fat, this dick, this ugly hairdo, these fat fingers, this flat nose, and this open heart.

This brings to mind a report about Zoe Tay's son being named Brayden. They were explaining the origins of the name, and she was explaining why she chose that name. She wanted her son to grow up brave and strong. I've heard from both camps, and the supporters seem to pale in comparison.

Let the woman call her son what she wants. Ultimately, we all know that whatever name you're given is just for aesthetic value in most cases. How will a name ever decide the kind of person you become? Granted, coincidences do happen. Few and far between.

Our names, ultimately, are collars around our necks, tags that we wear to attempt a differentiation from the rest. However, look at things from a bigger perspective. We have so much more to offer each other. We can build on our character, do things for others, treat others a certain way, treat ourselves a certain way. We can adorn our bodies with beautiful clothes and more than ever beautiful tattoos.

So in future, when the blissful moment of naming your child comes along, remember to give him or her a pretty name, but more importantly, remember to bless the child with all the goodness you can offer. If or when the child gets tattooed, then you know that there's nothing more you can do. The child has grown.

Till next time, goodbye world.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 2:38 AM