I look at these names
And when I read them I expect myself to cringe
To be sad
To be angry
Or even happy
But when I do
I don't really think about the people I know
Who own these names as their own
I picture an imaginary person
Whom the author has made up
I realize that these are only names
And so many people own them
They aren't special in any way
They are used all over the world
A name is a name
It's only there
So that you can call someone that name
Because we need to name everything
And we need to give everything/everyone
Their own identity
But if so many people
Have the same names
Then where is the uniqueness?
Where is the originality?
So what really is in a name?
What's the point to them?
