A name is just a word

A name is just a word. But what about the meaning behind that word? It’s all in the associations, and those associations can have a huge impact on how you feel when you hear someone say your name. In this blog post, we’ll talk about why names matter, and what they can reveal about us as people!

The first thing to consider is how names are associated with groups of people. In an office, for example, you might all share the last name and be referred to by your first initials informal meetings. This can create a hierarchy based on seniority those at the bottom of the totem pole have their whole identity tied up with that one word. And when they leave? It’s back to Mrs or Mr again!

In other cases, there may not be any connection between what someone does and who they are as a person at all (game designers don’t always play video games). These associations make it really difficult to separate the two different identities and highlights why we should care about each other more than just our job

This post is a response to the following question: “What is your blog about?”

The post I want to write will be an answer for people who ask me what my blog’s all about. It’ll explain some of the topics that have been posted, and why they’re important.

I don’t know where to start! What should I say?

Even though this might sound like it won’t work out, if you just let yourself explore your interests then something great will happen eventually. You can think of posts as being big projects or challenges that are accomplished one bite at a time in smaller pieces (like with tackling writing a long-form content).

One way we challenge ourselves on our site is by The name you just said reminded me of something that happened last week I’m not sure what. It was a stupid thing and it’s probably nothing, but I have to ask anyway is there any connection? It reminds me of when did this weird thing with the murder mystery party we were planning for my birthday, where she would do these strange things like put on black lipstick or tell us about how her grandma got killed in front of her house once. No one ever figured out why she wanted to be part of our group so badly. And now hearing your voice has made all those memories flood back into my head again as if they had never left at all. “What are you talking about?”