Tell me one thing…

That we don’t know about you. Yes, that’s it.robotdetective

Maybe it’s in our name; I know it is for me. Not many people know this but Sonny isn’t my real name. I know, the horror! Well, my birth name is Sandeep (sun-deep), an Indian name from the Punjabi dialect. You’re probably wondering why I don’t use it much? Well, I actually did in grade school and into high school. Even though it was much harder to pronounce than Sonny, which was the nickname given to me at a young age, I stuck with it. But it wasn’t until college that I decided to solely go by Sonny, unless it was on legal papers. Though I haven’t forgotten my roots with my real name, Sonny slowly became a part of my character, defining me and my personality.

What got me thinking about this idea is the social space that we live in and the communities we’re building. We divulge much of our personal and professional lives online – for the sake of authenticity and to build relationships with people we come across on Twitter, Facebook, our blogs, etc.

Even with that ‘transparency’, there are some things that not everyone knows about us. OK, maybe not those hidden secrets that no one should really know – but the things that make us unique and different, the things that have shaped us or have defined our character (such as the story of my name), or the little details that we sometimes don’t mention but are so important to who we are and where we’ve come from.

Enough about the revelation in my name though, I want to hear your story. What’s one (or more) things that the community may not know about you? Big or small, let’s hear it.

18 comments On Tell me one thing…

  • It’s funny how our names really can define us. Although y’all know my name, no one in my life calls me Teresa. I actually had a good friend of mine refuse to call me Teresa — “Nope, you’re T. THE T. End of story.” I don’t know whether my character defined the parameters of that nickname (nickletter?), or if I grew into it. Crazy!

    Ummm…one thing about me. Sonny, I’m a friggin’ open book, lol. I went into college as a vocal performance major with dreams of singing my way to the top, but a year-long battle with wayward vocal cords (3 months of no voice at all) forced me out of the program. I was devastated and lost…and have just in this past year found my next calling.

    How’s that?

    Love this post, great way to get to know your online pals. πŸ™‚

  • Interesting idea Sonny, I like it! Since we’re talking about names…

    My name, being Jackie, often is mistaken for a girl’s name. So, it makes for some awkward situations. Anywhere from answering the phone and having them ask for Ms. Jackie Adkins, to getting mail in high school from all girl colleges, to getting asked multiple times at checkout lines to show my ID because they think I stole some poor lady’s credit card.

    Anyways, I’ve gotten used to it and have learned to love it since it makes for some pretty interesting stories every now and then.

  • Love this idea! My 1 thing:

    I began playing the cello in middle school and was first chair my freshman through junior years of high school. I was also in the Ohio Youth Symphony and played in the “pit’ for various musicals. I even competed in cello competitions and received the top score. Nerd alert, I know. But, that experience really helped me understand “practice makes perfect,” the importance of paying attention to details, and appreciate the concept of working together. A cello by itself is beautiful, but the sound produced when instruments work together is pretty amazing.

  • Haha! I love these! I won’t go into the name thing (though I have MANY name related stories)…but one interesting thing about me that not many people know is that I collect Monopoly…the board game…I have over 35 versions and counting! Some of my favorites are The Wizard of Oz Monopoly, Carolinaopoly (GO TAR HEELS!) and Ghettopoly. yes. there really is a ghettopoly.

    I love this.

  • Let’s address the name thing, because mine is a doozy. “Bryn Rhymes with Pin.” That’s that.

    One thing about me: Once a year since I was 8, I read “The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe” by C.S. Lewis. I love it!

  • I love this haha. Can’t wait to see everyone’s responses.

    I’ll give you a few things all in one story.

    Up until my senior year of high school, I played lacrosse. I played a lot of sports but I had been playing lacrosse since I was 7 years old. I was planning on playing in college until, in my senior year, my hopes of finding any recruitment was shattered (literally). I was really into the “hardcore” music scene and went to shows 2-3 times a week. I went to one of the more intense shows, where I was spinkicked (yep) in the jaw by a roided out dude (seriously) in the mosh pit, shattering a couple teeth and breaking my jaw in 3 places. My jaw had to be wired shut for 2 months (during lacrosse season), teaching me a new meaning for the word “smoothie” and I had to carry wire clippers around with me everywhere, in case I had to vomit. It got really interested when I went on a cruise that my family had booked a while back, and couldn’t enjoy the amazing 24/7 buffets.

    In the end, it makes for a great story, and I consider it to be an enlightening time of my life.

  • The name thing kind of caught my attention…

    My name is Allen, which is an uncommon name for a woman.

    I’ve been called Allen since my parents brought me home from the hospital; although they had dutifully named me Margaret, after my mother, who was named Margaret after her mother (my grandmother); who was named Margaret after her mother (my great-grandmother), who was named Margaret after her mother (my great-great-grandmother), who was named Margaret after her mother (my great-great-great-grandmother).

    I kid you not.

    So Allen it was. And has been ever since that day. Apparently being a woman named Allen was not so uncommon in my Dad’s hometown of Orange, Virginia. He grew up with two of them, both close family friends. It made things difficult as a kid, but we survive…

    Being Allen allows me to be very direct in email (until someone works out that I’m a woman). For some it make me memorable–lol. I typically explain my name several times a week and have learned to answer to a range of odd-sounding names that are not mine. (After 30 years my inlaws still call me Ellen. Yikes)

    So there it is, Sonny. My name story. Who’s up next?


  • I have won the lottery πŸ™‚

  • Great post Sandeep, aka Sonny.

    I’m named Connie after my mother. Growing up we were Big Connie and Little Connie, but of course that changed. Church friends call me Connie Junior; family call me by my initials, C.L. And as I revealed in one of those “10 things about me” memes … I am my own first cousin. It’s a Southern genealogy thing: my grandparents, who married in 1913, were first cousins. (It was legal then.) Perhaps that explains some of my eccentricities? πŸ™‚

  • Hi, my name is Kasey. I’m a Gemini and like long walks on the beach.

    When I was young, my mother told me if I ate carrots I’d be able to see through walls. As a result, I now love carrots. However, I have the worst vision you can imagine.

  • Wow – I love everyone’s stories! Really nice to hear and to get to know some of you a little better.

    @Teresa (T) – that is an amazing story. Can’t imagine what you went through, it being your dream and with you losing your voice for 3 months! Sad to hear what you went through but I don’t doubt it’s made you a much stronger person. Are you able/allowed to sing at all now since your experience?

    @Jackie meet @Allen =) I don’t doubt you both have amazing stories regarding your names. But hey, it’s those stories that builds character and something fun to tell your grandchildren!

    @Heather – musical talent in the house! Another secret, I played the clarinet for a year in middle school. Yea, don’t ask why I chose that since only girls played it. That’s awesome though – so much discipline and hard work put into that I see. Do you still play?

  • @David – another amazing story. Cannot believe you got spinkicked in a mosh pit! I knew they were crazy but WOW! Question now is whether you’ve gone mosh pitting since then? =)

    @Connie – I had no idea about you being your own first cousin. That makes for some interesting conversation!

    @Colleen – Sooo, when are we going shopping? πŸ˜‰

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  • I used to be in the Army. Nothing special about that, but on the odd occasion I have told a person they look at me with surprise. Apparently I don’t “look the type.” Not sure what the “type” is but what ever it is I don’t fit in it πŸ˜‰

  • Yep, I can sing again. A little more rasp these days, but that’s probably more because I’m out of serious practice. But, you know, singin’ in the car is always a nice voice-stretching exercise. πŸ˜‰

  • I went back into the mosh pit right after I was kicked! I didn’t know my jaw was broken until I got xrays two days later. When my top teeth weren’t matching up with the bottom, I knew something was up =P.

    I’ve been back in mosh pits since, but not as much, and I was a lot more careful…if that’s possible.

  • Well, since most people shared things about their names, here some about mine…

    My name is common in America: Jeff. However, in college I had the nickname Jerf. It was a combination of smurf and Jeff and I don’t know recall who started it. Today, I have the nickname Jiff from some of my nonprofit fundraising Board member friends. The secretary of the Board kept typing my name wrong on agendas and it stuck.

    So when anyone calls me Jerf, I know they are from collage days and when someone calls me Jiff, I know they are probably going to ask me to donate time or money. πŸ™‚

  • My name is Walter. I’ve always been a failure in school, I’ve never been into any fist fights and I hate confrontations. πŸ™‚

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