I don’t know whether they know the names I call them by; or the names I call the others by. They all come when they feel like it, and they’re all likely to come if I call any of them; but then I’m likely to pat and often to feed whoever shows up, so why wouldn’t they?
I recently got stuck in a traffic jam (due to an accident) in which it took me about 30 minutes to go less than a mile. I was not in a hurry and had no reason to stress over the delay. So I relaxed, listened to music, and idled forward whenever I got a couple lengths behind the car in front of me. No sweat. I’d much rather spend a half hour that way than on a surface street navigating intersections, cross-traffic, turning cars, etc.
I knew a woman who was heavily into “rough stuff” in the bedroom. She would go to the ER to get her eyebrow sutured up and have to deal with well meaning nurses and doctors. “No, really, I fell” was her mantra.
When her SO went for similar injuries, his explanations were never questioned.
To my limited knowledge, this sounds like the kind of situation where it really helps to have a hybrid or electric car.
My mother was briefly on a blood pressure medication that made her faint. She fainted in the bathroom and hit her face against the sink, giving herself two black eyes.
The same weekend, my father scraped his face while trying to move the sailboat under the porch.
When they went out together, everyone stared. My mother says she smiled and said, “we had a fight”. They never fought. Ever, in my entire childhood.
But she was a hospital administrator and that same week she had to attend a training on domestic violence at work. She said that was awkward.
Anyway, lots of stuff can give you a black eye. I don’t make any assumptions when i see one. If i know the person, and I’m curious, i ask. And yes, i believe their answer.
Which I do, so I suppose that factored into my answer.
I’ve got a first name, middle name, a baptismal name, a confirmation name, a maiden name and a married name. I have all the initials! (But for the purpose of the poll, I went with my middle name on my both certificate. )
I have two middle names. I randomly picked one.
I have no middle name. Neither does my wife. We gave all the kids middle names, but my wife wouldn’t let me set up any fun acronyms with them.
We often joke that my husband is RAD, my eldest is TAD, my youngest is PED, and I’m ADD. It amuses us to see how close our acronyms for us. For mine, I always think of it as “add” which fits me and my love of math. I’ve had many others make jokes about me having ADD. Which could also be true…
Some years (decades) ago, hubby and I were leaving a tourist spot. We both decided that we were close enough to our hotel that we didn’t want to bother waiting in the line for the bathroom.
The drive should have been about 15 minutes. About half way there, we got rear-ended and got put on stretchers to go to the emerency center. Due to another accident, there was a bit of a wait for medical treatment, and we got told to hold it, or they could insert a catheter.
For this reason, we always make sure to hit the bathroom just before leaving.
At least in our part of Switzerland, there’s a lot of trees near the freeway. 
I had to pick the invisible cat. Never shared an abode with a cat.
I used to dislike my middle name as a kid, but I eventually grew to embrace it. It’s my grandfather’s first name, and I’m honored to carry that with me.
Is that the option to choose if you’ve never lived with a cat? I got bored reading the list, but scanning it I didn’t find any option I could select, so I was a teeny bit upset that a poll that freakin’ long had no option for me. Harrumph.
I have an “original” middle name that my parents gave me. My mom said she wanted to give me a long one, because my first and last names together had a total of only 9 letters. I was named after my grandfather, and if they’d used the original spelling of his first name, I’d have had only 8 letters. I got a four syllable Confirmation name when I was confirmed, and I also added my saint’s day name – which also has four syllables *** – so I think my name is long enough by now.
*** My saint’s day namesake got kicked out by Vatican II, but I still keep the name.
Voted that I use my middle name; but I actually use my grandmother’s version of it, which is not the Anglicized version that’s on my birth certificate.
At Burning Man, when thousands of people are wanting to enter, then after, leave, the main imperative is to get them off of NV-34, the two-lane blacktop that skirts the playa. Consequently, the single-lane entrance to the playa quickly balloons out in steps to 16-lanes wide. When leaving, what’s called Exodus, rather than have those 16 lanes inching along a length or two at a time idling the whole way, in a process called surging one lane is released, then blocked when it is emptied and the adjacent lane released and so on, until you get back to the first lane.
When drive up you pick the lane that was just emptied, then shut off, knowing it’s going to be an hour or so before it’s that lane’s turn again. People get out, wander around, and even have an impromptu party while they’re waiting.
Unfortunately this is not feasible in a freeway accident scenario no matter how wide it is.
That’s sort of the joke. I didn’t find anything to choose, so I “choose” the invisible option = didn’t vote. I was also really surprised. I know a lot of people with cats, and I also know people without. The cat people are trying to convince that everyone has cats. pouts
I’ve never asked my parents where my middle name came from, or maybe I did, and I forgot. My first name is so unusual, I get plenty of questions, and most people have no idea I even have a middle name.
Technically I have two, as I took my maiden name as a second middle name, but I answered based on my original middle name.
I found a couple of names in the back of a dictionary, written in my dad’s handwriting, one at the top of the list of boy’s names, and another at the top of the list of girl’s names. One, of course was my full name. My parents were very meticulous about not naming their children after any relative.
arrgh – mispelling “metikulous” has to be dreadfully ironic
Ah. Whooshed then. 
I’m fine with my neighbors’ cats. I’ve just never felt the need for them in my house. And I don’t have a barn for them to hunt in.
I like my middle name, in that while both my first and middle are strong, traditional Jewish / Old Testament biblical names, the middle was much more commonly seen: David. My first while not super rare, was still quite uncommon, at least in the areas I lived, and I almost never saw it on TV or other media. So I had a substantial, if largely passive dislike of it.
In college, I found that it was substantially less uncommon, in that I actually met / saw other age-alike classmates with the same name, so it was probably back as a slightly more popular name around the time my folks had me. Still, during college I had strongly considered at least trying to go by it, but had developed a friendship with another David (who went by Dave) and so I stuck with the OG name.
That’s interesting. I dislike my first name in part because it is very common, and prefer the original version of my middle name in significant part because, around here at least, it isn’t common.