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I've always found the name Bubba pretty amusing. That's not really my favourite name. The favourite name for me is always whoever I'm in love with... so for most of my life it's never been my own name, which is nice - I mean, it offsets all my other egomania.
Recently my favourite name was sara. I really adored Sara*. God how I adored Sara. I wish I didn't find myself here, where I've stopped adoring the name Sara. Life is so empty and bland and so much of a nonevent. But hey, maybe I'll find another name to adore soon, eh?
Sara is a lovely name - it means purity, in arabic, I believe. To me it also means kindred spirit, independent mind, powerful soul, kind person, friend in need and, of course, carer of palestinians, sharer of moonlit strolls, of cups of tea in the jericho cafe, of devilish bondlike antics when trying to escape a really annnnoying birthday party in the quad, the girl i was arm in arm with when the local kids made fun of me outside one of the language teaching buildings (and she laughed, clearly finding my ineptness sweet), oh and so many more things.
But hey, someone else's name could come to mean some of those things (and other good things like them), and will indeed, one day, later or sooner. I wonder what Sara's favourite name is (well, it's obvious what I'm talking about)? I doubt it's mine. Okay, doubt is pretty weak. I know CATEGORICALLY it's not mine.
*the power of the wordsmith goes way beyond what people ordinarily imagine, eh?
Last edited by witnesstheday; 02-18-2009 at 02:42 PM..
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