What's His Name...

Names are weird. Expecting parents pour over names, trying to identify the perfect name for their child. Can't be too feminine for a boy, not too masculine for a girl. Whatever the case, there is always that name that one parent hits on that sends shivers down the others spine. "No Way" without thought, the dissenter replies. To this, the other either presses the issue or nods quietly not even wanting to ask. Something about a name has a profound impact on us as we remember old playmates, classmates, cousins or TV characters that carried the moniker before. Either we liked them or not, but first impressions are often shaped by our previous interactions with individuals with that name. That is why when we meet someone with a name we have never heard before, we kind of stand there, deer in headlights for a moment, while our memory banks are searched, stammering some stupid response while a new folder is created in our file system. Occasionally, we get the name filed wrong when we first meet a person. This is a problem, as it seems it is quite difficult to edit entries already in place in our super sticky information repositories. There is a guy at work named Ken, but he is filed under Kurt, (I am pretty sure it is Kurt and not Curt - So I at least have the first letter right). Whenever I see him I greet him as Kurt. The telling grin he returns is enough for me to recognize the mistake. Now what to do? Let it go or correct it? Probably best to let it go. The error message processing in the brain, usually has unwanted effects on the verbal response part of the system. What results is not pretty. So today, I finally asked him if he could just be Kurt instead of Ken. He said he would and now my filing system is correct. Whew, now on to the next one...