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John went to a 'book brunch' today. When he came home he still had his name tag on.

Name tags.

I won't wear them.

Another one of those 'introvert' things, maybe.

I have never worn a name tag.

If, in a fit of conformity, I 'make myself' or if someone else insists that I put one on, I will remove it at the first possible opportunity.

I figure if people want to know my name they will ask. If I want them to know me, I will introduce myself.

I don't see that the tag serves any purpose. Certainly it is not a memory jogger. Is that it?

Well, shit, if they don't remember my name then to hell with it.

Of course, I have a memorable name. Not Tom, Dick, or Harry. You don't have many esrose's running around!

Maybe it is just my rebellious thing. I don't bow to convention.

Whatever is going on with my mental quirks, it is the starting point of my copping attitude at a social affair.

Of course, if there are no name tags, I will find something else to cop an attitude about.

The whole idea of a lot of 'affairs' is that they are premeditated fun.

You are supposed to have a good time.

Who says?

Same with the thing about 'you should meet people'.

Why?

And so on.

You can see why I don't go to many or any social functions. I am sunk before I start.