Hidden Meanings

Okay, so I’ve decided, after much procrastination and mulling over, to jump into the bandwagon of blogging. Friendster is just not enough—I had to keep changing my profile so that people would know what I’m currently busying myself with. This is more convenient. I should warn you though. I hate confrontation scenes and am not an over-discloser, unlike Hender, so this probably wouldn’t spur any, uhh, controversies. I guess it’s just my way of letting out my inner literary genius (hah!). Bottom line: bear with me, I am an amateur.

Years ago, a teacher of mine (who was also a good friend) teased me about my name. She asked me if I knew that my name meant the same as “toilet.” I was a bit shocked then, because I thought my name sounded too common and, in fact, rather saintly. I never thought that, in slang, “john” referred to an object I now consider the most creative invention ever. You see (as my friends have pointed out countless times), I have a weak bladder. I haven’t really consulted a doctor about it, so I’m not sure if I have a condition or if I just consume obscene amounts of liquids. But it gets to be a real pain sometimes. Especially after a movie and people crowd into the nearby restrooms, and I am reduced to casting hexes on people who take too much time peeing. Anyway, now I realize that my name is part of me in more ways than I previously cared to admit. You understand why I decided to name my blog such.

Interesting bit of trivia: I just rechecked the word “john” in the dictionary. Aside from the meaning that I’ve tackled above, it may also stand for “a prostitute’s client”--repercussions of which I will not even try to discuss.

More later. Or tomorrow.