i'm a sentimental person.
i appreciate small things that most other people wouldn't think twice of.
certain items, places, smells, colors, phrases, etc.
hold value because of the memories they evoke
and the relationships that they're linked to.
especially names.
if you haven't noticed,
i come up with nicknames for people a lot.
& more than often,
i stick to the nickname that i come up with.
sometimes i'll call them that more than their real name.
suelynn. sanga. ven. jeff fry. biff. nikkitino. darca$h. ma pyss. itu. aduh ya. waseng. dee dee. bobby lee. ktigre. dayniel. jay rizz. edmunder. loraling. alpoor. ana tropicana. kodaDAY. seestur. keiko. arteem. DNA master. jay cuhh. mao mao. p. jay. pjo. raymundo. shelbaBAY. t-reeeEEEV. tirs. leroy. 5. chayndler. cha. daynellezerz. mandy bear.
...just to name a small percentage.
this past week,
i've been thinking about nicknames a lot.
i love it when people have nicknames for me.
ash. ashca$h. ash trash.
(*cough* you can forget that one)
pash. arteeem. mango. itu.
keke. sister. nuy nuy. precious. beautiful.
(^^ family names)
its kinda weird,
and you might roll your eyes at me,
but it makes my day when people give me nicknames
and stick to it.
nicknames to me are more just silly words.
they're terms of endearment.
nicknames signify a friendship.
a close relationship.
see,
anyone can call me ashlee.
teachers, co-workers, classmates,
people on the street.
but people that know me,
that have a relationship with me,
know me as more than just "ashlee."
they have the right to call me
something other than the name on my birth certificate.
so, if you're my friend,
please,
go for it.
hi my name's ashlee.
but you can call me "ash."