My name is Franse - I know, very uncommon name. But my name is still Franse.
There are things that I want to change in my life that are unchangeable because of my age. When the calender paper starts to erode and show me the new year, maybe I can change these things. Like my name. Becuase it’s s uncommon, I often feel left out. Not unique or special. Left out.
Common names are something we all take for granted. Our names usually identify us from a crowd - separates us even and to have the same or even similar name as someone else feels like a hidden bond, a string, led us together to meet. You’re in a community all held together by ink on government paper or pixels on a monitor.
“We have the same name!” I have never even heard that in my life. And if your name is Franse, come and tell me. I’ll be less lonely then.
But hello, my name is Franse and this is my first post.