This whole month could be seen as self indulgent and to some maybe it is, in fact to me it does appear a bit that way; me, me, me. But this has been my theme and if I ever write about this again, it will be in book form and be in the appropriate section in book stores, if only I was famous it would sell by the bucket load.
So today, it’s not self indulgent, today it is Simon.
Simon was my name, I was named Simon when my Biomum gave birth to me, my Biodad presumably agreed too. Simon Aplin.
Strange fact is I am not called Simon, and so when I opened up the wonderful file which was all about me around 6 or so years previously, and I learnt I had been living as a name fraud, I was shocked. I’m Dom (the anonymousness is gone for the time being) and all of a sudden I was, had been Simon, almost in a past life. I don’t think I am a Simon, I know a few and I’m not one of them, they are not my tribe. There was no way I could become a Simon, a Si (one of my best friends is one of those and she’s a girl). I have nothing against the name, and when I think back over my entire life and imagine substituting my name every time I was called Dom; well my mind boggles, would I have turned out any different had I been Simon? It’s certainly in a different position in the alphabet so I may have missed out on alphabetical selection. Indeed I may have had to sit next to completely different people at school, I may have made different friends, and therefore my life would have taken infinitesimal different turns, would I be sat here writing this blog or would I be flying an aeroplane or lying dead in a crack house? Who knows?
When someone asks, “Whats in a name?” I’d think very hard before I’d answer. “Absolutely Everything.”