Turd T-Shirt Thursday: You Wish You Knew My Name

What is in a name, any way? Some moments in our lives we aren’t even called by our names. Sometimes it’s a look, or even a sound. Most times it’s unspoken. You hear your name screamed that you don’t realize that it was in silence. In the end, would you wish you knew my name?

I find it hilarious that the names we were given aren’t always the names we wish we had. Granted, they are the essence of those we may not have had the pleasure of meeting, and we are blessed their name for the sake of our beloved’s memory. I see no harm in this. You’d have admit-this holds a heavyweight on a child who probably would have wanted to be named Hammerhead.

Some time ago, I took on the task of getting into Game of Thrones on HBO, primarily due to the hype, but I have grown very used to having absolutely no fear of missing anything the fuck out. I cannot or will not be the hobo camping out alongside the fuck-train of what’s popular. To match my pace up to the speed of the bullshit and hope I don’t fall face down in it all, falling under the tracks of no one giving a micro-fraction of a shit. So, I binged seasons at a time while putting together a puzzle. This show took multiple tolls on me, and I ended it a season before the final one. Although I know full well what happens, I want to see it for myself and remain blissfully ignorant to the made-up monkey-shit story it is.

On to the acquisition of this turd-ass shirt. I was addicted to Wish, an App/website with very cheap (or items that appear reasonable) listed in compelling pictures that entice you to purchase them due to the meager prices. On the other hand, I would log in daily to get special rates on discount codes and freebies that they once, but no longer, offer daily. One day I came across this shirt, and I had to get it. For one, I’m not too fond of the material. I can only compare it to the material they make out of children’s pajamas, so they don’t catch fire or burst into flames in their sleep. This is fucking irritating on the skin, especially if you have sensitive nipples.

So, the name that “God” put into my parents’ heads to name me was drawn from familial inspiration. Most of us have had that luxury, and some have had some outside influences like methamphetamines and free samples at Costco. I have been called so many fucking names other than my own it’s…it’s been a journey. Let me give you some examples:

Charolette
Carnie
Carly
Chlorine
Chrissy
Connie
Caroline…

“A Girl Has No Name”T-shirt can be found on Google

Game of Thrones can be watched on HBOMax