Is it silly to want to keep the things one treasures most in life a secret?

Is self preservation at its core selfishness in disguise?

Is it wrong for one not to "learn" from others' mistakes?

Is one's self the ultimate decider or is it the community around the self?

Is condemning the present due to unforseeable, possibly devestating, situations any way to live?

Also, is the outward appearance of ultimate love being concerned sbout how other people say/spell a beloved's name?

I use to wonder why it bugged the girl so much when people would pronounce my name wrong.. It's really not that difficult, I don't think, but an unbelieveable number of people can't get it no matter how many times they try. Or they just don't bother try.

This has ceased to bother me since... Well, I can't ever remember it bugging me really. I really don't care how people say my name. It's just a name given to me by someone else. What do I care if other's butcher it? I often forget it even belongs to me. However, if they say it wrong, they may not get my attention. It's as simple as that.

So, it occurs to me now, in light of a quirk I have noticed I picked up..

Perhaps it bugged her because she loves me. It bugged her because she knew me and cared about me enough to learn my name correctly. It bugged her because when other people don't say it correctly, that's showing that they either didn't care enough to learn it the correct way the first time or haven't cared enough to notice the correct way during the course of knowing me to correct themselves.

Just a thought.