LinnaeaBorealis -> RE: Does it irk you when....... (7/21/2011 10:28:20 AM)
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I have a name that very few, if any, Americans are able to pronounce properly. And it really got under my skin when people mispronounced it. So I shortened it to lyn when I was a teenager & attending the 2nd of my 3 high schools; my theory was that these people couldn't remember the weird ethnic name & that's why they weren't being friendly to me. Turned out I'm just that odd, but that's another whole story. LOL Finally, when I was in my 40's I moved to San Francisco & decided to reclaim my given name & not be bothered by the way people mispronounced it. In fact, when I would introduce myself to new people, I would pronounce it the way that most Americans did & the way the name would be pronounced if it were spelled correctly. Once I decided not to be bothered by how people said my name, I felt so much better. Because while other people were doing their best, as long as it bothered me, I was the one being made miserable about it. In other words, I covered over that particular button I'd been allowing so many, including strangers, to push. It never really affected them when they mispronounced my name; I was the one who was irked & bothered by it. So my first day on a new job in SF, my boss got my name wrong & I tried correcting her once & then gave up & allowed her to introduce me to everyone there as "Leanna". I figured that I'd straighten it out later. OMG! When she found out, she came bursting into my office demanding to know why I hadn't made her pronounce it correctly & I just laughed & made her feel at ease about it. She ended up laughing too. There was one woman in a surgeon's office who I dealt with on the phone on a regular basis who insisted on calling me "Lanai". I tried for the first little while to correct her, but she never did get it. And so I became Lanai to her. She was happy, I wasn't upset, it was all good. So that's my point about people allowing others to have that kind of power over them & their feelings. When you stop allowing the things that people do & say to bother you, life is so much more pleasant. To this day, my Norwegian grandparents & my Father were the only ones who ever pronounced my name correctly according to the pronunciation rules of the Norwegian language. And the 2-year-old grandson of my Orthodox Jewish employers. [:D]
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