A Little Rant That Won't Hurt A Bit

One of my biggest pet peeves in the whole entire world is when people screw up my name. It's not a difficult name. It's a classic name, which now has so many permutations that the original is the rare version. It's Christine, but you knew that already.

I mean, I can live with the nicknames from my family, friends, and the one that has stuck since high school. Although, luckily, most of my friends from there now know not to call me that name. If they do, it's in a moment of reminiscing or kindness. So that's not so bad.

Here's what NOT to call me:

1. Chris
2. Kristen
3. Christina
4. Chrissie
5. Christa
6. Christian

I generally don't talk about this because it REALLY, REALLY bothers me to be called anything other than my name. And most people either a) want to dig into the psychology of why it bothers me so much to be addressed incorrectly, or b) thinks it's funny to tease me about it.

So here's some truth: Just don't do it. Don't call me anything other than Christine. It will only serve to royally piss me off and make me wonder if we should even be friends/acquaintances/someone I felt obligated to add on Facebook.

kthxbye.