He calls me Cat and I don’t know why.
There’s this guy from a different department in the office and he calls me Cat. Unfortunately, my name is not Cat and I have no idea why he thinks I am a Cat.
They don’t even sound similar even if you muffle your voice.
So we meet each other in the hallway almost everyday and he would always greet me.
The first time this happened, I looked behind me to see if he was talking to somebody else but there was just the two of us within a 100 meter radius. It has been decided. I was Cat. Funny how sometimes we are the last ones to know about stuff like these.
“Hello Mr. Pumpkin! (name changed to protect the confused)
He gave me a nod and went on his way leaving me bewildered and mad at myself for not correcting him.
I just couldn’t bring myself to say “Hello but I’m not Cat.”
Who cares if he calls me Cat anyway and nobody asked for my opinion so I kept my mouth shut.
Do I look like a Cat? To him, probably.
Today, he came into the office and called out “Hey, Cat! How are you?“
“Doing good Mr. Pumpkin, doing good.“
He smiled and went on with his business while I went back to my work, starting to believe that my real name is Cat and not Jhanis.
How fun it would be if it were that easy to change our names depending on our mood.
Like today I’m going to be Cat, tomorrow I will be Vincent and the following day I will be Elizabeth. The week after next I’m going to feel like being Jhanis again.
Do you think if you were given a different name, your life would be different?
When I was in grade school, it took me a long time to write my full name and so many times have I missed the first few questions of a pop quiz just because I wasn’t done.
If I had a shorter name, would I have gotten better grades at school? Nah, probably not.
I also hated roll calls done in alphabetical order. It takes a while before they get to my last name and when I married my husband whose last name starts with the letter V, I gave up my chance to be in the first group of anything forever.
Speaking of names, I read that names can affect our personality. Like a boy nicknamed Stinky might probably grow up aloof and would prefer to be alone. A woman called Joy would usually live up to her name and would have a sunny personality. Junior would, at some points in his life ponder if he will ever be as great as the Senior.
I wonder what Batman Suparman thinks about all these.
Instead of being annoyed the next time Mr. Pumpkin calls me Cat, I’m just gonna burst into a song and perform Katy Perry’s “Roar” in the hallway.
How’s that for a Cat?