In writing an email to a friend of mine this...eveni...morning...I had a thought. And when Elise gets thoughts that are not crap, she writes them in this lovely little blog. Do not ask me why, but that's just how things work these days. Oh, and Elise also refers to herself in the third person, just to clarify that.
Anywho, I was thinking, I guess, as I finished off the email with my "signature", do we really become our names? Now, don't laugh, this came to me at 3:30 in the morning. I looked at it, my eyes lulling me to sleep, and said, am I an Elise? First of all, what the heck is an Elise? You look at it, ponder some, (or maybe that's just a little indigestion from dinner), so you're pondering, and thinking, hmm that word looks odd. Foreign, maybe. Well, I am odd, I suppose, you should ask me about my sleeping habits; and depending on which person you're asking, I might be foreign. That's a bit of an odd rational, I know, but stay with me. So, odd and foreign, possibly, but what else?
My name wasn't always as, for lack of a better word, understood as it is becoming today. What can I say, I've shot it to stardom, or something like that. But back in the day, when I was wee tot, I had a funny name that nobody, and by nobody, I mean no-frickin'-body knew how to say. Adults thought it was pretty once they were corrected (or maybe they just felt dumb for getting a five letter word wrong), nevertheless, I spent the better part of my childhood enunciating my name. Eh, who am I kidding, my Humanities teacher still says it wrong every time he calls on me, I just no longer care enough to correct people who get it wrong now. Anyway, back to the tale, so after that was clarified (then anyway) Uh-lee-ce (for those still unsure) I had to explain why the heck my parents named me that. It went a little something like this: "Blah, blah, blah, Somewhere In Time, oh never heard of it? Me either. Apparently the lady from Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman was in it with Superman. My mom was pregnant with me when they went to see it, and apparently decided that she should be my namesake, I don't know, your guess is as good as mine, so can I go play at recess now?"
Yeah, something like that. Isn't that cool? I mean, being named after a love story and everything? I'm just feelin' the love. Ok, back to the story again, they'd tell me it was a grown up name, and how pretty it was. I just smiled and rolled my eyes (only on the inside though), and said thanks.
Hey - I knew I was cool, not everybody gets a song written Fur them by Beethovan. So, back to topic, have I become my name? I'm not sure. I like it though, it's unique, I don't think it rolls off the tongue very well, so I guess if you know me, you have to think about me before you say the name. That's kind of cool I guess. I think the name is rather pretty in a sense, elegant perhaps, and, I'm pretty sure I'm not elegant, so maybe that doesn't fit. I don't know, when I look in the mirror, I don't see Elise, I see me. When you look at me, who do you see? Elise? Or just that girl over there who has a funny name? Well, like I said when I was younger, your guess is as good as mine.
P.S. If you've never seen the movie, it is actually quite beautiful and romantic. Very simple filmography, minus the traveling in back in time thing, but a real delight. I'd recommend it, made me cry, and I don't really do the crying because of movies thing. I adore Jane Seymore, and she was ravishing in that movie. I actually just got around to watching it this summer, only took me twenty-one years to do so, funny, right?
Song of the Day:
"I Want Something That I Want" - Grace Potter & Bethany Joy Galeotti
Lyrics of the Day:
"Everyday my dreams will get bigger
Then I hear there's nothing
I can dream hasn't been dreamt before
So I water my little faith
And hope for the better"
-Then Slowly Grows: Bethany Joy Galeotti
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