As long as I have my future wife's consent I think I'm gonna name my first daughter Evangeline after that angelic, beautiful creature in Uncle Tom's Cabin. She made me cry; a hard thing to do. Such a wonderful, wholesome, good, generous, loving, accepting, inclusive, happy, joyous, touching figure that has had such a profound impact on my life needs to be commemorated in a special way.
I find it very difficult to express my inner self. What I truly feel. Of course, you say, "you're a guy. Guys aren't supposed to be in touch with that." Guess what, I am. To a certain degree. And furthermore, a lot of guys are "in touch". They just hide it under a lot of testosterone and, for some extreme cases, chauvinism. Yet I, when attempting to express myself, usually botch it up big time and say things that are very different from what I wanted to communicate. Stuff that gets me in trouble; stuff that raises more questions in the hearer's mind than answers. So, naturally, it's best to leave certain things unsaid. Unless you have an especially sympathetic audience; namely, one who has already accepted you for who you are and won't judge you; and then you can get away with a bit more stuff. That is, until you're married, and then you can let it all hang out.
So, I probably won't tell you all the ins and outs of why Evangeline is my number one choice. But that's prolly because I don't have it all sorted out yet. But, on the flip side, I don't need to have it sorted out. It's a nice thing to have a feeling for something that you can't really express in words. It just is.
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