I hated being nicknamed.
At some point in our lives, we have been given names following our weaknesses in most cases, or strengths.
Sometimes we get named probably because of our inability to speak well, our hyper appetite for food, the clothes we wear, people we like associating ourselves with most; generally on the basis of what we do and how we look.
This short vacation I spent it at my rural and it was full of fun by the way. I happened to meet one of my old friend who had once been my classmate too.
“Man, you’ve really grown up!” That was her first statement. “I know. You too, you are that little girl anymore.”
She went on to ask whether I remembered how they used to call, which I definitely did.
In my first and second year at high school, I used to be that quiet student. You couldn’t assume my presence that easily. I spent most of my time alone, either reading or hanging around in solitude. Not that I didn’t feel the urge to be around other students, it just occurred that way. So, as a result of my aloneness there I received a new name which I’m still not sure whether I should share out. I think I shouldn’t.
I can still visualize myself during those embarrassing times when someone would call me by that name and I’d assume that nothing had happened. If I was walking then I would proceed on without looking back or sideways. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t end there. My ‘stubbornness’ could not be tolerated.
The voice calling could grow even louder to produce echoes in my ears or with a third-party being involved,”hey, can you inform ‘so-and-so’ beside you that I’m calling him.”
Oh poor boy, I just had to look back!
That was more than enough to have me shrink for almost my entire high school time. Each time I would have this negative self-talk in my mind, ” is there a chance that what they are saying is true?”
To be honest, I used to feel so small in front of my naysayers.
A number of year down now, though the attachment I used to have to the said ‘me’ has disintegrated, what remains with me are the memories.
With that and many other experiences, I have come to realize that some of that detachment comes with time and some with the realization of the true image of yourself.
Also, I have noticed that this is something that can never end regardless of your social class, the new friends you keep having or the successes you are having.
If you happened to be the president of your your country today, you’d still experience similar challenges or even more worse.
So, how do you then manage in such an environment where critics and setbacks never cease?