Sitting in a cafe where, all the way across the room, some people are having a conversation about someone named "Molly" who is NOT ME. No amount of talking rationally with my brain lets me tune them out.
Back when people used to call me "myf" or some other abomination, I got used to turning around whenever anyone yelled anything that might conceivably be an approximation of my name. "Yvonne" "Biff" "Muffy" ... it got kind of bad.
It's even funner when you have in your life answered to two first names, one of them overwhelmingly common. (You can, apparently, unlearn paying attention to your name, but it takes years, and it's still incomplete...)
Also, there is a very significant person from my childhood named "Mollie", but of course that's not a problem because, you know, different spellings.
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Date: 2007-11-14 02:16 pm (UTC)N.
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Date: 2007-11-14 02:52 pm (UTC)The strangest thing is when the "real" Brian is a toddler. "Brian, no! Don't touch that! Sit still Brian honey!"
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Date: 2007-11-14 06:22 pm (UTC)I bet it's super weird though.
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Date: 2007-11-14 10:18 pm (UTC)Also, there is a very significant person from my childhood named "Mollie", but of course that's not a problem because, you know, different spellings.