When we were kids, we were constantly reminded not to pick on others. Now that we're adults, we live to judge everyone that passes by. We simply found a better term for it: People Watching. It's similar to revamping a resume to read better. Instead of "teach asshole high school students who will likely become dropouts," you opt for, "create curriculum and implement lesson plans for the leaders of tomorrow." There is always a way to manufacture a preferred representation. Unfortunately, too few of us take advantage of changing a few details here and there to actualize a better outcome. Take your name, for example. When was the last time you changed it? If the answer is "never," you have some work to do.
What your name says about you, gentlemen (more so - Who to avoid, ladies):
Alexander: [Origin: Greek - Protector of Men] As the eldest of four, you grew up looking after your siblings - acting as their protector. It's too bad you weren't a better protector of your swimmers. You never wanted a big family, but because your high school sweetheart didn't believe in birth control as much as she did in alcohol or sexual promiscuity, you have six kids (two of which you're not sure are yours). True to your name, however, you watch over your six mistakes heroically whenever you stumble home from the bar, which you frequent after your 11-hour shift at the car wash. They all respect you as much as your wife respects her fidelity. On the bright side, they serve as an excellent tax write-off, which funds your nightly escape into a bottle of whiskey.
Anthony: [Origin: English - Highly Praiseworthy] The CEO of a tech startup, you are the envy of all of your peers. Sure, you were bullied as a kid, but look at how far you've come! Now that you have enough money, anyone will like you for the right price. So your wife spends more time with her trainer stretching her legs overhead than she does with you, the important thing is that she loves your wallet and always will as long as it stays as thick as her trainer's -er - biceps. From the outside looking in, you've got it all and you have convinced yourself of the same. No one guesses for a second that you are trying to prove a thing when you reach across two pews to drop a hundred dollar bill into the collection plate at mass each Sunday. Everyone yearns for your level of happiness.
Christopher: [Origin: Greek - Christ-bearer] Just an "opher" away from Christ. That alone paves a meticulous path to a beautiful life. Similar to Christ in every way but his young death (and that whole God thing), you experience every happiness just as you provide it for so many. A self-starter, you built your fortune through your exquisite carpentry and have never let it get to your head - never once have you showed off by walking on water. All you need to remember is to avoid prostitutes so you avoid poverty and always bring your own booze to a wedding in case you become too intoxicated to pull off the water-to-wine trick (read: miracle). Save that one for the ladies.
Daniel: [Origin: Hebrew - God is my judge] Too bad you'll come to meet the faces of many a judge when you live a life I'll refer to as Felony-Misdemeanor. Similar to pot acting as a gateway drug, your failure to return crayons to your classmates in first grade will lead to your seven year stint in the Big House for neglecting to return that car you found parked in an unmanned lot. Fortunately, your continued focus on carefully handling the soap leads you to the development a brilliant invention now found in every shower across the nation. You've become institutionalized, however, and cannot help yourself from embezzling money just for the hell of it. At least your commissary account will always remain full.
David: [Origin: Hebrew - Friend] You've met and charmed the parents of every one of your girl friends...as the best friend. A combination of the excessive acne you battled in high school and your overall diminished self-esteem have created a personality that always lands you in the friend zone. Even your own penis friend zones you at times because of your refusal to take down the yellowing posters you've had taped to your wall since the 90s. If Ferrah Fawcett's family could bury her, you can retire her red swimsuited smile you've been jerking it to since the moment you figured out what your sweaty appendage was for. It's time to move on - from your platonic friendships and your monotonous past. Try online dating.
