There have been many a times when I’ve been told, “Amy, I saw you and called out for you. You didn’t answer me.” I have been accused of being snotty because I didn’t respond to a person as I would walk on by. I have been shouted at from a distance to get my attention. I’ve had people say that even from a short distance, I’ve not answered them. People have run up to me to tap on my shoulders to get my attention. When people tell me that, I would become embarrassed. The mere thought of not responding when someone is trying to get my attention makes me feel somewhat inadequate~ I can’t quite explain why it made me feel that way~ but somehow it did.
That was then. Now, I seem to hear my name all the time. The irony of hearing my name is that I don’t know where it’s coming from. So, I’ll look in all directions until I figure out who is calling my name. Today, as I was standing in the office, someone called my name~ I did respond but had to find the source of the caller. The caller smiled and came towards me~ I’ve learned to joke about it. I would move my head in all directions to pretend that I’m still confused about who is calling me and said, “God, is that you calling me?” Nevertheless, I love that I can answer to my own name~ and there’s no shouting, no one chasing me, no one sharing with me that I didn’t respond. It may be simple~ but it gives me ownership of my own name.