Sometimes there are joys to living in an apartment building that you just can’t experience if you live in your own home. For example, just two weeks ago, Karen and I were jarred out of a sound sleep by the piercing shriek of the building-wide fire alarm. A false alarm triggered by someone that had had too much to drink. We got back to bed at around 4:00 a.m. by the time the building was cleared.
See? That’s just fun you can’t find anywhere else.
While we were shivering outside, we had an opportunity to meet the neighbors, who were just as cold and just as irritated as we were. You tend to remember the people you meet under those circumstances. Bonding under pressure, and all that.
Well, you would think.
I walked into a local Starbucks late last week. The barista making my drink looked at me quizzically for a moment, and then asked, “Do you live at (enter name of apartment complex here)?”
“Yes.” I blinked. I should know this guy?
“Remember? The fire alarm?”
Ding ding ding! This was the neighbor I had met that night! I hadn’t remembered him. He explained that the girl he was with that I assumed was his girlfriend or wife was his sister, and talked about events around the building, and his life in general. We had a good, if brief, conversation about our lives that had its launching point in a shared experience. But, I hadn’t remembered him. I explained to him that I have a difficult time with names. In fact, though I remember his name now, I can’t remember his sister’s name as hard as I try.
I have a really hard time with the fact that I have a really hard time with that.
The reason is that I think there’s power to a name. Think about how many people you know that fit the etymology of their names. I find it to be very frequently true. The power goes beyond people, as well. Our culture is one of labels. Physicians diagnose illnesses, essentially giving them names. We have titles and labels for common issues and problems and phenomena. The reason we do this is that naming something gives you power over it. We go to a doctor because we are experiencing a problem that we can’t identify. The doctor names the problem. Then there is a staring point from which to begin treatment.
I think that naming a person is a powerful thing, as well. I believe parents are exercising an enormous act of power in naming their children; I honestly think it shapes a part of that child’s future. Names aren’t something to be applied flippantly or without careful consideration. That’s why I have such a huge problem with derogatory labels and defamatory statements that apply hurtful or stereotypical labels to people. As much as we want to insist that these are “just words,” and that words aren’t powerful, that just isn’t true. Words are signs of our deepest reality, and they point to a meaning deeper than just a verbal formation of syllables and consonants.
So, someone’s name is symbolic of the totality of who they are. A name is sort of an umbrella under which all of that person’s beliefs and personality characteristics and thoughts and essence fall. To call someone’s name is a powerful thing, orienting both of you to a recognition that they are a person just like you, and worthy of the same respect.
I endeavor to approach everyone with love and respect, and so the huge memory gap I have with names bothers me a great deal. I’m bothered by it because I feel as though I’m not truly engaged with the person at a substantive level if I don’t remember their name. Whether that person is my wife or the waitress who takes my order at a restaurant, I want to connect with them as a human being. That means calling them by name, because to do otherwise is to reduce them to something less than human in my mind. I don’t want to be so pre-occupied that I don’t recognize a person’s name. I can’t think of anything more de-humanizing than that.
Yet, I do it so frequently.
It’s a work in progress. If I’ve ever forgotten your name, please forgive me. I know it’s a mistake I’ll make again, but hopefully with less and less frequency.
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Relax, it’s not your age or ability to remember the names. You’ll acquire that with practice.
‘oh hello [name], nice to meet you’ [extended conversation ensues] ‘well nice seeing you [name], have a great day’. Remember it long enough to get through the first conversation and after that exchange say to yourself ‘you know that [name]. she’s okay in my book’, pat yourself on the back because you’re well on the way to remembering the name.
I really like this post, I can totally relate to it. When you and I were in corrections, name remembering was the toughest challenge for me. Fortunately, plenty of meetin and greetin fixed my memory lapses for names quickly. When we named our kids we thought very carefully about the power of the name. What’s the etymology of this word anyway, does it fit, is it appropriate? nonoffensive? easy to remember? and so on. Also considered was the bully factor. Why name your daughter Rosie if your last name is Teets? Seriously. Avoiding names that rhyme with kid-friendly taunts are a good idea as well ‘Shelley=smelly), etc. Nice blog, buddy.
I agree with your comments on the power of names.
Besides the importance of family names here are my childrens names:
Kathryn Diane (named after the grandmas)= pure divinty
Mychaela Joelle (I loved the name Mychaela and Joelle is the fem. of Joel who would have been her godfather)= Who is like God? Jehovah is God…loads of opinions have changed on my theology and such…
William “Liam” Michael(named after his daddy and sister) = A protector (I prefer warrior) like god
I often wonder if I could give myself a new name what it would be.
I think I’d leave mine as is. It’s from the Hebrew for “beloved.” so, of course, everyone loves me. 🙂