According to a small child in town today, I am the coolest old person they had ever seen. Possibly even the coolest old person, ever. Old people, you see, don’t wear Batman t-shirts. This is what I’ve learned today.
While I’m pleased as punch to be classed as cool, I’m not sure how I feel at being seen as an ‘old person’. Yes, I am old and yes I call myself old. But having someone else call me old is very different to knowing I’m old.
I’m not sure how much sense that makes.
Can I just take the ‘cool’ and run with it?
No-one’s ever actually called me cool and meant it before
Samantha and Lucy, who I was having lunch with at the time, thought it was utterly hilarious. They say that I’m just old and not cool though. One day they’ll both turn old, have people think they’re old and then we’ll see how they feel!
Names are funny things. It’s the first thing we tell anyone about ourselves but in reality reveals absolutely nothing about us. And yet it used to be believed that the knowledge of someone’s name gave you power over them
Take my name, for example. My name is Jonathan but what does it actually mean? ‘God is gracious’ or ‘gift of Jehovah’ depending on who you ask. It’s the name given to me but it’s very rarely used. It’s on all official documentation of course but the only person who ever called me Jonathan was my mother – or Jonathan James if I was in trouble. My father called me John, and my elder brother called me JJ – and he’s the only person ever to call me that.
Most people know me as Jack. To my son, I’m Dad. According to my nephew, I’m ‘Unca Ack’. My wife calls me sweetheart. My girlfriend calls me ‘My J’. My ex usually refers to me as ‘that fucking bastard’. There’s my service buddies who still call me Commander.
But I’m more than that. I’m a father, a son, a brother and an uncle. I’m a husband, a boyfriend, a Dominant and a submissive.
It’s our connections to people, our relationships, our identities, our… titles for lack of a better word, who define who we are much more than just a simple identifier like our name.
Hi, Hello, Bonjour, Guten Tag, Hola, Ciao.
Welcome to my new website, to my blog, my journal. I’m not 100% sure what I’m doing here other than talking a bunch of utter nonsense. I’m at the stage of trying to figure out what the heck I’m doing here and how things work. The website equivalent of kicking the tyres or giving the place a fresh lick of paint, if you will.
My name possibly isn’t the most help though as it doesn’t tell you who I am. And who am I? Well, that is the question, isn’t it?
I am a recent retiree looking for a new hobby. Apparently ‘annoying my girlfriend’ isn’t the best use of my days. Her opinion, not mine. I’m a life-long fan of science-fiction and superheroes – both Marvel and DC. I’m a voracious reader and a movie buff. I enjoy fishing, gardening and astronomy. My favourite food is roast beef. I love to fly. I’m a father and a son. I’m a husband and a boyfriend – and an ex. I have two cats and two dogs. I can’t swim. I wish I could type faster.
That is possibly enough as just an opening gambit.
Love to all