Hey, you guys!
Guess what? I’m in Portland. For the World Domination Summit.
And, I’m totally not freaking out.
OK, I’m kind of freaking out.
There are A LOT of people here. And a ton of activities/ meetups. And, I’ve already met a ton of people—most of whose names I don’t even remember because I’m really bad with names.
Like, really bad with names.
Even though I’m having trouble keeping track of every single person I’m meeting here, they seem to remember me.
The other me, that is.
You see, there’s another Priya here for WDS. And she’s staying at my hostel. And I’ve already met her.
One of us is the cool one. Can you tell which one?
You see, I’ve always kind of liked my name.
Whenever I introduced myself to someone, I sometimes-almost-all-the-time get a response like this:
Oh, what an unusual and unique name.
That’s such a pretty name.
I’ve never met a Priya before.
OK, maybe not that last one.
But, seriously, I’ve always really liked my name. Whenever I’m with a crowd of people, there might be two or three Rachaels or Matts, but there’s usually only one Priya.
I mean, I’m not a total idiot, guys. I know there are other Priyas out there in the world, and this isn’t the first time I’ve met another Priya. It’s a common Indian name but you see, I’m kind of UN-Indian and I don’t really hang out with other Indian people and I’m usually the girl with the unique name in the crowd. I mean, if there’s someone standing at the airport holding a sign that says KELLY—it could be for anyone. But if there’s someone at the airport holding a sign that says PRIYA, it probably means it’s for me.
On second thought, it might not be for me— because I ain’t got money for someone to be holding a sign out for me at the airport. Jeez. I’m the poor Priya.
ANYWAY, I went on a WDS hike for Forth Of July yesterday morning, and when I introduced myself to people, at least five of them said they already met me.
They were all ” didn’t we meet at Starbucks yesterday?”
No, WDS attendees, you did not meet me at Starbucks yesterday.
Then later in the day the same thing kept happening, and people were all, ” oh, I’ve never meet a Priya before and now I’ve met two!”
Suddenly, I’m not so unique anymore. I’m not so much one-in-a-million.
I’m like the Racheals or the Kellys or the Matts. That person at the airport holding a sign that says PRIYA could really be for anyone.
(No offense, Racheals or Kellys or Matts. I’m sure you’re all awesome.)
So if the other Priya here at WDS is reading this, could you do me a favor and legally change your name for the next three days? That would really help me out. Or you can just tell people that your temporary name is Kavitha or Anupama or Divya.
Thanks, other Priya.
P.S. I totally just Googled top Indian names and no, I don’t know how to pronounce most of them.
P.P.S. Other Priya, if you’re reading this, no offense. You just kind of stole my spotlight. Though you’re kind of cool. You know, not as cool me, but you know, cool.