wh..sh wrote:Great stories!
One night at the burn, I was chatting with this person. I spent good five minutes trying to teach him my name.
Finally he said "Screw this, I will ask you few questions". He asked me about the music I like and books I read.
And somehow we ended up talking about HHGG and about how I was mostly harmless
(yes, nerds find each other)
Suddendly in the middle of the conversation, he had a realization and screamed "You are Whoosh!!" "You are the mighty Whoosh!".
Eventually the name spread among my camp.
What I love about this story is the fact that it makes absolutely NO sense. The conversation, the name, nothing...
The whole incident was hazy and I probably looked like a ball of disco lights to that guy.
But he was convinced that I was whoosh
Being a transient being that I am helps with the name.
Edit: because, on a serious note...
I have always been this over-thinking/over-analyzing fool. Hence, I take great pleasure in finding things that makes no sense to me.
It's a way I find relief from my usual self.PS: Recently, this cute 6 yr old girl started calling me "bubbles" (and now its a family joke). I was shocked initially.
On the upside, if I ever consider change of profession anytime, I atleast have a name.