Searching For The Hidden Richness Of My Lost Name’s Premises

The secret about the name I never had

Today I want to go a step further out of my comfort zone. I will talk to you about a secret regarding my parents’ first-name’s -choice, the name I missed, and the possible consequences I imagine there could have been in my life had I gained it.

No certain genealogic study included. Some references out of mondane well-known examples offered to the Medium public. Maternal confirmation excluded: you trust me on my word, don’t you?

The real name

The real name I’ve been registered with at the anagraphics is the one who put me on the cross, being it the feminine of the most important and world-wide male version. Cristina means actually follower of Christ. Without the letter h, as it’s the Italian version ( dedicated to all the affectionate ones who add an h to my name, thinking I’m forgetting to write it down).

I also have a second name, which is also related to the family of Nazareth. Maria, the mother of Jesus, for those ignorant about Christianity’s religious facts. I couldn’t ignore them, of course.

To my rescue, finally, came my surname. I’ve got two interpretations about it.

First comes the more credible one, deriving from very ancient Chinese ancestors living in the land of Catai. Maybe at the time of Marco Polo, they arrived to Italy, and put another T to ensure the value of the name. In the land of Veneto double letters are still a problem for the majority. I know it from the experience of my paternal side.

The second, and personal accredited interpretation, goes with a clear CAT, you know what it means, and TAI. You also know what it means.

“It is all written in a name or a surname”. Author C.M.Cattai

The lost name

I can’t remember exactly when I found out the secret intention of my mother about the decision involving my name. I was young, anyway, and only far away in time I reflected about the importance of the missing attribution.

She wanted to call me Monica.

Now, I guess at least Srini, and Ann James get this at first sight.

A name gives you an identity. That’s why many writers use false names. They call themselves pen-names to make sure what they write about can’t be directly addressed to them. Bot also use this strategy. Just to remind the freedom we share in our world. Of course, many have better, and deep reasons to justify their choice, and I respect them completely. As for myself, I take all the responsibility of the wonderful words I write on me. But let’s keep track of myself, and my search for truth.

The first option my mom thought about her first child’s name was very popular at the time of my birth, and freaky. Monica spreads the freshness, and frizzy air of the 60’s, right?

Here comes the dilemma to stick forever with a second-choice name, which was also in vogue, but honestly gave me a completely different direction in life. That’s why I’m dreaming about the lost premises of Monica.

Monica

So, where’s Monica gone? I bet she’s the real tricky, sexy, and evil side I never explored enough in my life. Sorry, doctors of the unconscious. It’s nobody’s fault. The choice was on myself.

As long as I’ve gone with my research, these are the meanings of Monica for me. Just imagine what they could represent in a totally new life.

Well, I can imagine it. It’s the last month of the year, and I could both decide to go all in with Monica next year, or dismiss her forever. To realize this new desire of mine, I could even write another letter to Santa. Poor readers!

Here are some references I have on my mind to explain Monica better.

1. The worldly known Mon…Lisa. Questionable, due to the lacking IC or IK or IQUE, but, who cares? Majestic, famous, immortal
2. Monica Bellucci, famous Italian actress. One of the most beautiful and sexy women in the world
3. Monica, the one you know
4. Monica, sister-in-law. Don’t worry if you don’t get it. I do.
5. Monica, best first traitor friend. A long, long time ago.
6. Monica, second best friend. Wealth, and opulence, spreading from her all around.
7. Monica, the girl living in my mother’s head. All the why, and why not, of her choice.

I’m not sure you get the exact picture of this alternative figure as I do. Anyway, don’t fear, it’s not a double figure. Let’s say, ideally, she’s on a pedestal. Attractive, beautiful, sexy, rich, charming, intriguing, socially important, a bit of a b….h.

I may become best friend with her, after all.

Conclusion

Well, my dear reader, that’s enough of a fantasy for today. Let’s get back to reality, which I really don’t dislike that much.

Love yourself for who you are. There’s always time for another Monica.

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