This came about over a discussion I had with some coworkers over how names have changed over time to try and be unique, and wondering, if the babies in question had a choice... what kind of name would they have chosen for themselves?
I like Michael. Michael fits. I've grown into it. But if I had been given a choice before I got used to it, I might have gone with something more direct, to the point, just like the devil in this story.
*picture is originally from http://indulgd.com/surreal-photos-by-silvia-grav/
04/14/2014 (Tuesday)- What’s in a Name?
The devil dropped in, all giddy and excited.
I’ve got new business cards, he said, handing me a smoking obsidian rectangular card, white helvetica letters spelling out, what I assumed, his company.
“So this is the title of your... business?”
No, no, no. That’s my “Human” name.
“What? Why not Devil, or Damien, or even, y’know, Lucifer.”
Ich. Too goth. A name tells you what you’re all about. Direct. To the point.
“So now you’re…”
Business, Nasty Business. Mister. Nasty Business. Nasty to friends.
“… I think I got it.”
Now. Let’s talk souls. How many ya got for me today?