Alright, kids, for the time being, I'm sticking around. No idea how long that will last, but the previous Cloud O' Doom appears to have pulled back somewhat, so I'm taking advantage of it.
One of the things I have always wanted to do is change my last name. I dislike the current one. This was made all the more evident to me by certain family issues I've been having recently. I don't hate my parents, but after being away from them for some time, I can REALLY see some patterns that I Do. Not. Like. One of the things that inspired my recent post about saying goodbye was an ugly fight, in which I nearly got stepped on in such a way that, if it had happened, I would have cut them out of my life entirely.
I don't forgive and forget, especially if the same offense happens more than once. (The only other sign that's this vindictive are Scorpios. It's easy for people to think that Libras are pushovers, and to some degree that's true. But I'll make you pay for it eventually, and pay dearly.) It's rare that I've given the permanent boot to people I know. I can probably count on one hand the number of people I've given the official "fuck off" to, including relatives. Generally, I get along with most folks.
But there are certain boundaries you don't ever cross with me. One of those boundaries got crossed by my parents once, a little over 2 years ago. I vowed never again. Then, recently, they tried to do it to me a second time, and this time I raised bloody hell. I think they knew they were fucking with me, because for the time being, they appear to have backed off on the issue. It's more or less a stalemate, which is fine - it's not the win I would have preferred, but I can live with it. For now.
Which (finally) brings me to the point of this post. (If you made it this far, sorry, I don't have cookies. I ate them all. But here, have a consolation
) I am working on keeping a balance between us - my folks, and me. Right now we're on better terms, but who knows how long that will last? As part of my metamorphosis, I'm thinking seriously about changing my last name. (Not real thrilled with my first and middle names either, but I can tolerate those better, especially since I go by the shortened version of my first and almost never use the full version or the middle initial except for legal paper shit.) It would be a way for me to further distance myself from the folks and establish my own footing, so to speak. But mainly because I've never liked the damn thing and have always felt that it held me back in life. (Nothing like a bunch of bullies warping it into something gross to permanently ruin a name for you.) I would like something a little cooler and ass-kicking.
There are two problems with this. (There are always problems.) The first is the most obvious. If I did change the last name, my parents would shit bricksplatters. Why, I don't know, but I'm not wasting any more energy on pondering what the hell goes through their heads. (Been there, done that, and had the damn post office send the clue-by-four back to me stamped "REJECTED".) Granted, I have the option of not telling them jack, which I would fully employ, but it's entirely possible that word of it could get back to them one way or another, in which case, cue another shitstorm that I don't need.
The second is easier. That's choosing the actual name. Behold, for I have compiled a(n) (ever-expanding) list of potentials:
- Castle
- Raines
- Bloodhart (or Bloodheart) - Saw this one somewhere and it's so ridiculous it's kinda cool.
- Kuroudou
- Banfield
- Foxfield
- Foxhart
- Foxriver
- Foxford
- Baron
- King
- Kingsfield
- Kingston
- Kingscross
Thoughts? Suggested additions? Type away.
One of the things I have always wanted to do is change my last name. I dislike the current one. This was made all the more evident to me by certain family issues I've been having recently. I don't hate my parents, but after being away from them for some time, I can REALLY see some patterns that I Do. Not. Like. One of the things that inspired my recent post about saying goodbye was an ugly fight, in which I nearly got stepped on in such a way that, if it had happened, I would have cut them out of my life entirely.
I don't forgive and forget, especially if the same offense happens more than once. (The only other sign that's this vindictive are Scorpios. It's easy for people to think that Libras are pushovers, and to some degree that's true. But I'll make you pay for it eventually, and pay dearly.) It's rare that I've given the permanent boot to people I know. I can probably count on one hand the number of people I've given the official "fuck off" to, including relatives. Generally, I get along with most folks.
But there are certain boundaries you don't ever cross with me. One of those boundaries got crossed by my parents once, a little over 2 years ago. I vowed never again. Then, recently, they tried to do it to me a second time, and this time I raised bloody hell. I think they knew they were fucking with me, because for the time being, they appear to have backed off on the issue. It's more or less a stalemate, which is fine - it's not the win I would have preferred, but I can live with it. For now.
Which (finally) brings me to the point of this post. (If you made it this far, sorry, I don't have cookies. I ate them all. But here, have a consolation
) I am working on keeping a balance between us - my folks, and me. Right now we're on better terms, but who knows how long that will last? As part of my metamorphosis, I'm thinking seriously about changing my last name. (Not real thrilled with my first and middle names either, but I can tolerate those better, especially since I go by the shortened version of my first and almost never use the full version or the middle initial except for legal paper shit.) It would be a way for me to further distance myself from the folks and establish my own footing, so to speak. But mainly because I've never liked the damn thing and have always felt that it held me back in life. (Nothing like a bunch of bullies warping it into something gross to permanently ruin a name for you.) I would like something a little cooler and ass-kicking.There are two problems with this. (There are always problems.) The first is the most obvious. If I did change the last name, my parents would shit bricksplatters. Why, I don't know, but I'm not wasting any more energy on pondering what the hell goes through their heads. (Been there, done that, and had the damn post office send the clue-by-four back to me stamped "REJECTED".) Granted, I have the option of not telling them jack, which I would fully employ, but it's entirely possible that word of it could get back to them one way or another, in which case, cue another shitstorm that I don't need.
The second is easier. That's choosing the actual name. Behold, for I have compiled a(n) (ever-expanding) list of potentials:
- Castle
- Raines
- Bloodhart (or Bloodheart) - Saw this one somewhere and it's so ridiculous it's kinda cool.
- Kuroudou
- Banfield
- Foxfield
- Foxhart
- Foxriver
- Foxford
- Baron
- King
- Kingsfield
- Kingston
- Kingscross
Thoughts? Suggested additions? Type away.


Just cause I am helping her, like he should have been. 
Think I'll pass on that one. 



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