Nicknames

Eunice is one of the nicknames I gave my cousin when we were kids. She is 4 years younger than me and we grew up more like sisters than cousins. I took full advantage of our tight knit relationship by bossing her around and dressing her and the dog up in matching outfits. I was the poster child for "how to know if you child is a control freak". In fact most of the women in my family are highly bossy and nothing is more frustrating and entertaining than getting us all together for a family member's wedding and watching us try to run the show. On top of it, we're a loud people too. Needless to say, we all end up incensed that no one is doing it our way, then we sulk (no wait, that's just me).

But I digress. Cause I want to talk about nicknames.

I was one of those people who always wanted a nickname, but one never stuck to me. I was always fustrated that no one immediately caught on to my new, snappy name and would deflate whenever they would call to me using my given name. Hadn't I just told them all what to refer to me as from then on? Maybe it was a desperate need for not being me for a while and trying somone elses life on for a month or two. Even as I have grown to love my oddness and have learned how to gleefully dance with my demons and quirks, I still love to see through other peoples brains. I mean that metaphorically. If you've ever tried to peer through brain tissue, you can't see much, it's pretty dense.

Here's a list of nicknames I have tried to forever pin to myself, or someone tried to pin to me:

Klunky
Sprout
Moses
Mosey
Mo (this one actually stuck)
Snoopy
Lumpers
Grace (I fell down a lot)
Dister's sister
Maul
The Devil

The last one is actually not a nickname. It was the description used by somebody I had just broken up with when he was asked by an unknowing third party how I was.