I was at the neighborhood pool last week with Best Friend.  We happened upon two neighbors who began talking to Best Friend.  Eventually, I was able to contribute to the conversation (but that’s a story for another day).

Mr. Neighbor constantly called me by a different name.  I constantly corrected him, but he either didn’t care, or he didn’t understand what my name is.

Mrs. Neighbor attempted to also correct him, but in a way that subtly made fun of my name.

It is the height of disrespectfulness for someone to call another by a name that isn’t theirs, especially when corrected.

That is the state of this neighborhood and unfortunately, the world.

It makes me sick.

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