The power of names...

[nadriel]

As promised a more cheerful post. And one of my occasional pseudo-philosophical, thoughtful ones as well.

When you name an object, you put certain expectations upon it, and, to a certain degree, you define it.

Does the same apply to people? For example, my middle name is Peter, which means Rock. I have certainly rocklike qualities to my personality (endurance and so on). Now, the question arises, is this just a coincidence, were my parents somehow inspired, or did the name somehow shape me?

To further add to things, I found out at a fairly early age what my names all meant. Does this mean that I have been, consciously or unconsciously, trying to live up to my name?

Answers on a postcard...

Comments

Hmm...

[mapp.livejournal.com]

Mark is meant to be derived from Mars, the Roman God of War. I knew this from quite an early age, and I think i've managed to turn out the opposite..

[joysilence.livejournal.com]

Well I have found my name to be laughable in it's inadequacy; I'm really not the most feminine person in the world and here I am called Daisy. Even my psychiatric nurse agreed it was too girly for me. My middle name is Cordelia,from the play "King Lear", which is also wrongety-wrong wrong wrong as, though I am the youngest of my father's three daughters, I was not kind to my dad at all. And he died instead of me dying.

[nachtherr.livejournal.com]

This is a postcard.

Yes.

[nadriel.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrow*

[nachtherr.livejournal.com]

Another postcard:

Yes, consciously or unconsciously you are trying to live up to a label ascribed to you by someone else. A plan for failure :o)