People Everyday
For reasons which may or may not become clear (or even be all that important) I had, as some of you may know, decided to start doing something a little different. After wondering where to start, it seemed the best to start at the beginning.
When I was born there was a bit of debate about who I was going to be. My Father (being the sort he was) lobbied that I was an 'Igor'. While my Mother, having the final say, decided I was an 'Anthony'.
I can't remember what age I was... but it was outside the market out in New Boston, Illinois and I was holding my Mother's hand while we were crossing the street. I had asked her why some people called me Tony and others called me Anthony. She apologized for the confusion explaining that they were the same name and people just called me whatever they could remember or what they thought was appropriate.
My Mother then made the mistake about asking I which I would like to be called.
Maybe it was over a week or maybe it was only a day (because a day can certainly seem like a week to a young child) but the name Anthony grew... uncomfortable. So I began to insist that, even though I was and always would be Anthony to my mother, that I was actually Tony.
I'm Tony.
This is me sending a picture to someone after a sweaty day in a warehouse:
And this is an obligatory omgsomeonewantedtotakeagayartsypictureofmewhilei'minmyshirtandboxersexceptyoucan'tseemyboxers picture:
If you'd be so kind to introduce yourself, I'd like to see what you look like.
When I was born there was a bit of debate about who I was going to be. My Father (being the sort he was) lobbied that I was an 'Igor'. While my Mother, having the final say, decided I was an 'Anthony'.
I can't remember what age I was... but it was outside the market out in New Boston, Illinois and I was holding my Mother's hand while we were crossing the street. I had asked her why some people called me Tony and others called me Anthony. She apologized for the confusion explaining that they were the same name and people just called me whatever they could remember or what they thought was appropriate.
My Mother then made the mistake about asking I which I would like to be called.
Maybe it was over a week or maybe it was only a day (because a day can certainly seem like a week to a young child) but the name Anthony grew... uncomfortable. So I began to insist that, even though I was and always would be Anthony to my mother, that I was actually Tony.
I'm Tony.
This is me sending a picture to someone after a sweaty day in a warehouse:
And this is an obligatory omgsomeonewantedtotakeagayartsypictureofmewhilei'minmyshirtandboxersexceptyoucan'tseemyboxers picture:
If you'd be so kind to introduce yourself, I'd like to see what you look like.