"What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet"
This quote from William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet makes my point better than any thing else that comes to mind. What is a name? A name is only a label we attach to something for the purose of identification. Whether I go by the name Marc or Lynn or Charlie or Alex or whatever other name, I am still me. Nothing about me changes when my label changes.
Why Marc Adams? Why not? If I could have chosen my name, I would have preferred Marc over my real name. Actually, I would have preferred almost anything to my middle name which my mom or my aunt Lucy or someone decided to pin on me as a label. Adams is my mother's maiden name. She was married to a Hall, but I only have met one of the members of the Hall family briefly back in 1958 at a car dealership. He was my mother's brother-in-law. He was warm and friendly and referred to himself as my uncle. That was my only contact with anyone from the Hall family. I know absolutely nothing about my biological father's family other than a name. I do know he was a prominent business man in a small North Carolina town.. Whoop de doo! That never helped me any, nor did it hurt me either.
Just over two years ago a cute little gray kitty showed up at our door. Someone obviously had told him that he was supposed to look lost and pitiful so some poor snock would feed him. We did, and he is still with us. I named him "Junior". Dont tell anyone, but I did that as an absteact way of naming him for someone with similar charactistics and similar lifestyle as this little lost kitty. The name of Junior never caught on. My grandson who was 5 at the time named hinm "Little Jon" after himself. My wife had a name for him, but somewhere that name was lost in the confusion of other names. I call him "cat" now as his lable. My wife calls him "Little Jon" sometimes and other times, just "Kitty". He definitely is a "daddy's boy". He will sit on my keyboard as I type. He sits in my lap to watch television. He comes to bed to lay on my feet in the early morning. He is not stupid, so he knows to give my wife some of his attention, but it is sometimes misdirected as he hides behind furniture to jump out and bite her on the leg often bring blood. He does not fully understand the concept that he is a cat and not a little boy. He tries to talk to us. He reaches up to try to turn the doorknob when he wants to go inside or outside. He has never needed a litter box. He just comes to get one of us to come open the door so he can go outside. Sorry did not mean to get carried away with him, but only to say that his name is.......What is it? Cat, Kitty, Little Jon, Junior, or whatever anyone wants to call him.. Poor kitty has no real label other than Cat.
Frankly I have little use for names or labels. I understand that sometimes they are necessary for identificatrion, but that is it. Labels only cause problems. She is FAT. He is STUPID. I am an OLD MAN. He is GAY. She is HISPANIC or LATINIO. He is CATOLIC. She is a JEW. He is BLACK. He is a DEMOCRAT. I could possibly go for hours listing labels, but for what purpose? Think of what labels like FAT or STUPID do to a person's self-concept. Why do we always tend to look for the negative labels in refernce to people?
Do not get all upset with me now becuse I am going to deviate from what I am preaching here to use an application of labels to make my point. Somewhere near the beginning of this blogging process I want to give you one of my philosophies based on my value system. I am as open and accepting of other people as anyone you will find. I have friends from all age groups from all parts of the globe in all nationalities, colors, religions, sexes, sexual orientations, and as diverse as you would ever find for anyone. But I confess I have zero toleration for those individuals whom I will define as judgmental narrow-minded hypocrital biggoted ignorant assholes. (I could have used the work jerks, but i think assholes is more accurate... sorry if that offends you... just get over it).
As one would expect of an old man like me, I have won various awards in the work place throughout the years. I have three college degrees under my belt. Of all of these, one thing for which i am most proud and honored to have recieved is an award from Ford Motor Credit Company from which I retired for Diversity in the Workplace. Yesterday my wife described me as flexible or versatile. My prefernce is that of being able to embrace the diversity of people who come in to my life. This acceptance brings peace of mind which brings peace which brings happiness which leads to a better world for all of us.
So, who is Marc Adams? Maybe now you know and understand him just a bit more than you did before reading this.
Good night, and God bless !!
Why Marc Adams? Why not? If I could have chosen my name, I would have preferred Marc over my real name. Actually, I would have preferred almost anything to my middle name which my mom or my aunt Lucy or someone decided to pin on me as a label. Adams is my mother's maiden name. She was married to a Hall, but I only have met one of the members of the Hall family briefly back in 1958 at a car dealership. He was my mother's brother-in-law. He was warm and friendly and referred to himself as my uncle. That was my only contact with anyone from the Hall family. I know absolutely nothing about my biological father's family other than a name. I do know he was a prominent business man in a small North Carolina town.. Whoop de doo! That never helped me any, nor did it hurt me either.
Just over two years ago a cute little gray kitty showed up at our door. Someone obviously had told him that he was supposed to look lost and pitiful so some poor snock would feed him. We did, and he is still with us. I named him "Junior". Dont tell anyone, but I did that as an absteact way of naming him for someone with similar charactistics and similar lifestyle as this little lost kitty. The name of Junior never caught on. My grandson who was 5 at the time named hinm "Little Jon" after himself. My wife had a name for him, but somewhere that name was lost in the confusion of other names. I call him "cat" now as his lable. My wife calls him "Little Jon" sometimes and other times, just "Kitty". He definitely is a "daddy's boy". He will sit on my keyboard as I type. He sits in my lap to watch television. He comes to bed to lay on my feet in the early morning. He is not stupid, so he knows to give my wife some of his attention, but it is sometimes misdirected as he hides behind furniture to jump out and bite her on the leg often bring blood. He does not fully understand the concept that he is a cat and not a little boy. He tries to talk to us. He reaches up to try to turn the doorknob when he wants to go inside or outside. He has never needed a litter box. He just comes to get one of us to come open the door so he can go outside. Sorry did not mean to get carried away with him, but only to say that his name is.......What is it? Cat, Kitty, Little Jon, Junior, or whatever anyone wants to call him.. Poor kitty has no real label other than Cat.
Frankly I have little use for names or labels. I understand that sometimes they are necessary for identificatrion, but that is it. Labels only cause problems. She is FAT. He is STUPID. I am an OLD MAN. He is GAY. She is HISPANIC or LATINIO. He is CATOLIC. She is a JEW. He is BLACK. He is a DEMOCRAT. I could possibly go for hours listing labels, but for what purpose? Think of what labels like FAT or STUPID do to a person's self-concept. Why do we always tend to look for the negative labels in refernce to people?
Do not get all upset with me now becuse I am going to deviate from what I am preaching here to use an application of labels to make my point. Somewhere near the beginning of this blogging process I want to give you one of my philosophies based on my value system. I am as open and accepting of other people as anyone you will find. I have friends from all age groups from all parts of the globe in all nationalities, colors, religions, sexes, sexual orientations, and as diverse as you would ever find for anyone. But I confess I have zero toleration for those individuals whom I will define as judgmental narrow-minded hypocrital biggoted ignorant assholes. (I could have used the work jerks, but i think assholes is more accurate... sorry if that offends you... just get over it).
As one would expect of an old man like me, I have won various awards in the work place throughout the years. I have three college degrees under my belt. Of all of these, one thing for which i am most proud and honored to have recieved is an award from Ford Motor Credit Company from which I retired for Diversity in the Workplace. Yesterday my wife described me as flexible or versatile. My prefernce is that of being able to embrace the diversity of people who come in to my life. This acceptance brings peace of mind which brings peace which brings happiness which leads to a better world for all of us.
So, who is Marc Adams? Maybe now you know and understand him just a bit more than you did before reading this.
Good night, and God bless !!
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