posted on Oct, 27 2022 @ 08:57 PM
When my nephew passed, I inherited his goldfish. Long story.
Anyway, I never really thought to name him (or her), but a friend insisted I name it. "You can't just keep calling it The Fish." I never really saw
the point, but to keep the peace I thought about it.
Problem is, I'm really bad with remembering names. Someone I've known for decades, if I haven't seen them in a year or two, I could look them dead in
the face and not remember their name. It can be really embarrassing at times, but the people who know me let it pass.
I think I've named the fish at least five times, but I always forgot what I named it. It's not like I call the fish, or talk to it.
But a couple of months ago, I came up with the perfect name. I call it The Doctor, after the character in Star Trek Voyager. It's stuck in the
aquarium, like The Doctor was stuck in sickbay. And he never came up with a name for himself. It was a name I'll remember.
I still don't call the fish or talk to it, but I do see The Doctor every day.
I apologize to everyone who read that little anecdote. I owe you five minutes of your life back.