The Purpose Of Stuffing : Why?

I’ve had a number of nicknames in my life, most of which have actually been given for practical purpose but it’s been debatable how useful the names were in achieving that goal.

My first nickname was Mymy.  I assume that’s how it’s spelt, not that it really matters because the point of this nickname was that my brother, as a baby, struggled getting past the first syllable of “Michael”.  As a result, he would simply repeat the first syllable.  That name didn’t last long, thankfully.

I’m mostly known nowadays as Mike.  Most friends know me by full name, but at work I’m Mike because I’m aware of issues a lot of people have with spelling my full name.  My brother has very simple, short names.  I got Michael Christopher.  I go two lots of “ch”, an “ae” and a “ph” amongst my 18 letters.

And I’m not bitter about it.

The most recent nickname I’ve been told about was “Puppy”.  I’ve mentioned this in a few posts over the last few months.  It was never used to my face, although when I knew about it and why I was given it I realised that I could probably have had worse.  The purpose of this one was so that the person who gave it to me could differentiate all the guys she was seeing to her friends.  Very Sex and the City, very demeaning, very dehumanising.

However, by far the most useless nickname I was given was either Sage or Onion.  I can’t remember which one I was, but the cricket team I played a few games for suggested them as a way of remembering who was who between myself and my brother.  Spot the obvious flaw in his plan… If he couldn’t remember who was who with our real names, how would naming us after complimentary herbs most often found in stuffing help?  That name lasted all of three minutes.

I always think that the most important question to ask it “why?”.  I’ve touched on this subject in the past, but it’s something I feel strongly about it because it forms the basis of review.  I have a friend who had a series of failed relationships and could never understand why, even though they hated it.  All the ingredients were there (apparently) – they had fun together, their sex life was good…

All things that could be listed off about how they were going about the relationships and what they were doing, until asked “But why do you want to be in the relationship?”.  There was no answer.  Unless the relationship was all about the fun and the sex the relationship wouldn’t last because it wasn’t (only) why one or either of them were in it.

And that shows that asking “why?” is something that can and should happen all the time.  A lot of people, that friend included, might ask the question when things go wrong at the end.  Now, don’t get me wrong, being introspective to learn lessons can be a good thing (more on that in a future post) but understanding the purpose for something at the start is hugely important because it then gives you something to go back to and reference when you need to.

That’s what my cricketing teammate worked out when his thought was “That’s Michael.  He’s Sage”.

I’ve got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor.
Reminds me of the times we shared.
Makes me wish that you were here.
‘Cause now it seems I’ve forgotten my purpose in this life.
All the songs have been erased.
Guess I’ve learned from my mistakes.

Open the past and present.
Now and we are there.
Story to tell and I am listening.
Open the past and present.
And the future too.
It’s all I’ve got and I’m giving it to you.

Loose ends tied in knots.
Leaving a lump down in my throat.
Gagging on a souvenir.
Lodged to fill another year.
Drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds.
Leaving myself open wide.
Living out a sacrifice.

Open the past and present.
Now and we are there.
Story to tell and I am listening.
Open the past and present.
And the future too.
It’s all I’ve got and I’m giving it to you.

If you got no one
And I’ve got no place to go,
Would it be alright?
Could it be alright?

I’ve got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor.
Reminds me of the times we shared.
Makes me wish that you were here.
‘Cause now it seems I’ve forgotten my purpose in this life.
All the songs have been erased.
Guess I’ve learned from my mistakes.

Open the past and present.
Now and we are there.
Story to tell and I am listening.
Open the past and present.
And the future too.
It’s all I’ve got and I’m giving it to you.
It’s all I’ve got and I’m giving it to you.

Scattered by Green Day

 

 

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