22. My Name

Today I suddenly realized how funny my name sounds in English.

I'm sitting in my (host) couch on a sunny, Wednesday afternoon. I'm having my morning coffee/music/cigarette trio.

I'm thinking about this dude, Joe, that I met with Dan Ha. We had gone for dinner two days ago, and then for breakfast the next day. I'm thinking how I'd just rejected his invitation to a day at the beach (because I'd preplanned a day of work) and dinner (because I'd felt I hadn't eaten at (host) home for a while).

Then I'm thinking about the concepts of being there for people you'd just met, and for people you'd known for a while.

Then I'm remembering this dude, Mike, whom I've met a couple of times--twice for smoking, many times in class.
I remember our grammar professor would call him Miguel because it's the Spanish equivalent to "Mike."
Then I'm wondering, 'Does Mike find it weird, strange, or offensive that the professor calls him Miguel? It's like calling a Native American kid "Wind of the Mountaintops" because that's what his name translates to in English.'
I'm also thinking it must be weird for the professor to call him Mike because they don't have that name in Spanish.

THEN, I'm thinking it must be maaad weird for English-speaking people to call me Sun.
I'm thinking of how someone would picture the sun in all its glory when I say my name.

BAM!

I suddenly fully realize that my name is the strangest thing for an English-speaking person!

Finally, for the first time in 20 years!!!

I'm laughing out loud, in my pj's, in the middle of my empty living room, at 3 in the afternoon.