I was hanging out with my buddies yesterday, and it kinda dawned on me that I'm not even offended anymore by my nickname (toot). I was with a buddy of mine, and his cell rung, and the person on the other line asked "hey, whatcha doin'?" and he replied "just gonna go grab some food with toot." and it kinda lhit me then that it's so normal now that it's just my name. My really, really unmanly moniker.
It came about about three years ago when I was drinking with my friends (doing the rebellious teenage thing) and I got buzzed real quick (one of my first times drinking) and a buddy of mine called me a 'toot' as a joke. It stuck like glue to icky stuff. From then on that's all I've been called. at first it got on my nerves, but now I don't even notice it.
go figure
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
Thats true. Its not so much that i have a problem with it, i just know they say it because it ticked me off at first. They wouldnt say it if it didnt bother me at all.
Joe Cool wrote:Thats true. Its not so much that i have a problem with it, i just know they say it because it ticked me off at first. They wouldnt say it if it didnt bother me at all.
(It's, wouldn't, didn't)
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my nicknames ... wow.. go figure.. sand and sandman... or if its steverrrrrrrr "the sandman" yeah ive been sandman since like.. grade 7 (sept or oct of 1992)... so.. umm... over 12 years now.. more ppl know me as sandman then my real name
as for sand.. ive been sand since ummm jan of 2000
