Discovery

"Weapon??"

"Yes."

"Weapon?"

"Yes."

This brief conversation ensued after an interesting discovery.

So, Lynzi's been sitting on the couch for a while, lazily gazing at her iPod, browsing her "5,000 Baby Names" app for names and their meanings. She's getting a super head start on names for her own future children, which, if you've never done it, is actually an entertaining task.

After discovering the meaning of Kody's name (ironically, 'Helpful'), she discovered the meaning of mine:

Macey

Weapon

I was shocked. I didn't know what to think of it. How could the meaning of my name be "Weapon"??

But, of course, I do kinda know...

In my WordPerfect 10 dictionary, "mace", in one use, is defined as "historical a heavy club with a spiked metal head." The other definition is " the reddish outer covering of the nutmeg, dried as a spice," which doesn't exactly support my claim. BUT.

Am I really an instrument of torture?? I've never thought of myself as so violent or cruel. How could this word define me?

THEN. I discovered another discovery that was so discoveringly discovery-y that needed to be discovered in order to discover the wording for this post entitled, "Discovery."

WHAT A PLETHORA OF DISCOVERIES.

The discovery was this: although my name may mean "weapon," that word does not define me. It defines my name. Not me. Name. NOT...me. Just because 5,000 Baby Names declares what it declares doesn't mean it's true.

I am the me that I make myself, and I don't need some baby names app to tell me otherwise. Even if I intended to make myself of use to harm others, at least I would be shaping my own self into what I wanted myself to be.

Also. I like to think that, if my name must mean "weapon," it doesn't mean a club with spikes lining the edges. I like to think that it describes me as some sort of righteous shield that others use to help them ward off Satan...and rabid leprechauns. But that's just what I like to think.