Nicknames.
In general, I don't like them.
Certain people can call me certain things, and I don't mind it, but... Ugh. Nicknames piss me off.
I seem to be a frequent victim of 'sports nicknames'. This is probably because I've played a fair deal of sports in my day... The thing about nicknames given to you by teammates/coaches is that they tend to stick, no matter if you like them or not...
The first (sports) nickname that really stuck was a water polo nickname... 'Beast'. That's right... It was given to me when I was 13. It was my first time ever playing with 'the big kids' and I was the youngest in the pool... So, obviously, being the bantam (novice), I checked the biggest guy on the team... 6' 11" Jesse "Seacow" McCowin. He could walk on the bottom of the pool and still had his head above water... Anyway... The end of the story is, I owned him. My endless supply of energy had me swimming circles around him, and my aggressive streak had me grabbing/kicking harder whenever he tried to do something to me. From that day on, I was known as 'Beast'.
And I STILL answer to it.
Disgusting.
So, tonight, after a freezing cold day on the water, I was not pleased to hear my new nickname...
"Athletic Barbie"
Supposively it's not even new, and my coaches have been calling me that for awhile now. I don't even know where it comes from, or why they would call me that. The scary thing is there are 3 other Sarah's on the team, so... They've been looking for different names to call us. The potential of this sticking: high.
I have no words to describe how much this bothers me...
Yuck.
1 comments:
You know you are loved when people call you nicknames to your face.
It's when people call you them behind your back that you have to worry. And that's when it's truly disgusting.
You are a wonderful person who people find endearing. They name you cause they like you. I hope you can enjoy at least that part of it.
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