I grew up telling people, "Hi, I'm John Styn!"
(NOTE: "Styn" rhymes with "Gin")
To which they replied, "'Johnston'?...what's your first name?"
It took me 25 years to accept the Zen beauty of the name "John." Its like
a wooden bowl and a spoon. The bare necessity of a name. Of course, By
the time I was at peace with my shell of a name, I had already legally
changed my middle name to "Halcyon" and printed up all my business cards,
I have leanned to accept that there 2 distinct elements of my personality, and my names embody both of them.
When I am serene and solitary, I am John. When I am bursting forth and bubbling, I am Halcyon.
Slowly, the two are getting to know one another.
*On a side note, I've always felt that I had a certain exclusive right to
call a toilet a "John." Whereas other people are treading on shaky moral
ground. Just like its cool for an African-American to use the word "nigga"
or a Lesbian to use the word, "queer."
May 2, nineteen98