That’s me wondering why unknown people address me by my first name
There is nothing to prevent me this morning from pontificating on the weightier issues of our time such whether tolerance by its very nature is unilateral or multilateral. For the record, I think it should begin as a unilateral action that has to generate multilateral support eventually for it to be effective. Wow, this is such esoteric non-sense.
So let me write this short post about something far less complex and something that has intrigued me for a while. I have always been a very formal person when it comes to addressing those whom I am meeting or getting introduced to for the first time. I always use Mr., Mrs. or Miss so and so and continue to use it for a fair length of time. I still address some of my decades-old friends thus.
I find it strange when people feel immediately comfortable to call me Mayank soon after being introduced. This is notwithstanding that I continue to address them formally. Rather than speculating about whether the imaginary cat is dead or alive or both dead and alive in Erwin Rudolf Josef Alexander Schrödinger’s famous thought experiment, I have chosen today to pose this profound question to all those concerned—Why do you immediately call me Mayank, especially when I have not yet come down to the first name basis?
I suspect it is something to do with the fact that I am a journalist and most people feel a sense of vague familiarity with this profession and those who practice it. Either that or they think I am not deserving of any honorific.