When I tell a story from my life before I moved to The Sunshine State (infancy until 22 years of age…so a relatively large chunk of life), I ALWAYS use the first and last names of all the people in the story and/or use descriptors designated for that person, no matter who I am talking about or if it’s the 258th time I’ve told that story.
I like to think it’s because I’m a good collector of people and I want to remember them in all their first and last named-ness. But it’s more likely a terrible story telling condition where I CAN NOT leave one detail out, especially last names. Seriously, if I went to high school with you, there is a 97% chance that I will always refer to you by first and last name at all times for the rest of my life.
Therefore, if you knew me before I turned 22, and I am telling my husband a story that involves you, then your names hence forth have gone something like this:
“My friend, AbbySeward, who is now AbbyClark, you know, who I pretty much lived with the summer before college…”
(He assures me he knows who Abby is but I explain to him I can not help but referring to her in this way because it is now her name: AbbySewardwhoisnowAbbyClark
“You know, KrisJohnson, he’s my friend who is hilarious and you’d love him…”
(He nods, yes, I know who Kris is, go on with your story…more than likely it’s the story you tell at least once a year about the ultimate guys vs girls prank war…You will also mention FaithOliphantwhoisnowFaithMurphy, among others.)
Sidenote: He’s right, I love that story. I will have to post it on here soon it in all it’s glory and awesomeness.
The truth is my husband loves me, with my last-name-telling-tendencies and all. He has to cause I don’t think I can change.
This is CatieLoveless who used to be CatiePhelan, signing off.