…it is not… as the title of this blog may have indicated …. Debbie. Of all the things you need to know about me, the first, and most important one is this.
And yet, there are people, lots of them, who despite me introducing myself as Deborah, insist on abbreviating it to Debbie. No polite “Do you you mind if I call you Debbie?”, no getting to know me first, before deciding I seem like a Debbie (I do not), just BAM! Straight in there. “Nice to meet you, Debbie”
And do you know what, for the vast majority of my years on this planet, my response has been to that behaviour?
Correct.
Nothing.
And the reason I mostly just allow myself to seethe on the inside, rather than correcting these people, as they repeat, over and over again the word “Debbie” in reference to me, is that cohabiting on the same planet as these name changing people, there are also people who are socially awkward enough, and so worried about causing offence, that they find it ridiculously difficult to stand their ground and say straight out, “No, that’s not my name, it’s Deborah”. I fall firmly into this category, and so, in the most passive aggressive of all passive aggressive jibes, I’ve decide to say it in a blog title. If that doesn’t teach them a lesson, nothing will.
In this corner of the internet* I scream silently into the void about all the things that I need to get off my chest, from politics, to movies, to people calling you by the wrong name. I’ve collected a couple of other blogs that I used to write, or at least started working on, under this same umbrella, so the older posts are about mental health, and there are some that are just simply about awesome women, but other than that there will be a lot of ranting….
Welcome to my Blog.
*Does the internet have corners? In my mind it’s actually just a vast expanse of space and debris… a bit like the universe, but meaner and more shouty.
My Name is Not Debbie 