A little funny thing
Yesterday Laura posted about sibling sets. This was in response to discussion in her comments about whether or not it's a good idea for parents to choose matching or complementary names for siblings. Reading it, I was reminded me of something funny that I experience occasionally - one of those things that feels odd for a second but is forgotten as soon as the moment passes.
My brother is called Richard. As far back as I can remember our names have been connected (I'm older by 2.5 years).
Helen and Richard
or more acurately...
Helenenrichard
It's hardwired and instinctive to the point of reflex.
Whenever I'm introduced to someone called Richard, I get momentarily thrown by simultaneous jolts of familiarity and awkwardness. Hearing our names in quick succession is weird because the person in front of me is not my brother. I feel an inappropriate level of intimacy and connectedness with whoever it is simply because (in my mind) our names go together. At almost at the same time, I realise this is inappropriate and recoil in embarrassment.
Not entirely sure why I'm sharing this.


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