In Quebec, where I grew up, it was common to ask when meeting someone for the first time: "how are you called?" Somehow that feels seems more "real" to me. After all, a name is given by
someone else; what
I "call myself" expresses the essence of who I understand myself to be. But it matters - just
look at all the Baby Name books that are out there!
It must make a differnce because I used my spouse's name for a while but shed it because it "didn't fit me". I have friends who call ...
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