I'm toying with the idea of legally changing my name to "Skyy". The other night I was out at a bar, and twice when I introduced myself the person I was talking to thought I said my name was "Skyy". The last time that happened was during a rare legalified outdoor drinking binge in Boston (during the Marathon), probably back in 1992. I met a dude on Newbury Street, and he was convinced, no matter how many times I repeated my name, that I was saying "Skyy", so that's what he called me the rest of the afternoon. I had been trying to come up with a DJ name at the time, and that seemed like a sign so it stuck (I later changed it to "Pscy" - same pronunciation, because there was another DJ in town who's actual name was "Skyy").
I have to wonder if the other night's misunderstandings were another sign. Being older, wiser, and therefore more stuck in my ways, it takes a more significant coincidence to stick out as a sign to me than it did back then, and two people in one night definitely does the trick.
And why not, really? I just got my first tattoo, which is something that really changes your perspective on the permanence of your body. Every day we don't die is a postponement of the inevitable, so why spend it with a name that someone else gave you before any part of your personality was developed? A name should be more meaningful that a choice of body art, yet we all are stuck with the names we were given by our parents.
Something to think about, anyway. Maybe it'll stop people from calling me "Steve".
