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How does one become a Monkey?

How does one become a Monkey?
People have been calling me monkey for a long time, it just didn’t register for a long time. When I was little people called me the little monkey because I was always climbing in trees or on whatever I could climb on. I was a very good climber and my climbing abilities saved me from quite a few encounters with my brother who is afraid of heights.

In High school all the Japanese exchange students called me さるSaru (monkey), I never did find out why they all thought I was a monkey. When they TPed my house, I knew who did it because they wrote Monkey on my car in toilet paper. Japanese Exchange students are wild... They got kicked out of their hotel in Vegas because they couldn’t stop them from gambling.

When I started dating Tom he kept calling me his monkey. He said I looked like his stuffed curious George stuffed animal and he was addicted to me.

Curious George Vs. Eric the Monkey!

Somehow it started to catch and other people started to call me Monkey! First it was Dana and Lanny and few people at work, then my friends in LA, and now there are probably people out there who think my real name is actually Monkey. It's a much more unique name than Eric. At one point I had so many friends named Eric we all had identifiers. My favorite is Rude Eric, he is the funniest rudest bitch. At one point he wanted to change from Rude Eric to OATiE (Old and Tired Eric) and he said I should be YAPiE (Young and Pretty Eric), it only took in his mind. Other Eric's include Eric La Chef, Eric the Black, Eric the White, and Other Eric. I was Nice Eric (how boring) but at least I wasn't Other Eric. I will take Monkey over Nice Eric any day.

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Oct. 18th, 2004 05:36 pm (UTC)
As long as you're happy with it, it's a perfect name. Is there anyone who calls you Eric all the time?

It's interesting that the exchange students caught onto the idea.

I had a similar synchronicity experience. Martin called me his blackbird or his raven, not knowing that I'd been called raven or crow-boy at school, and at college, and by the French exchange students. Is there a sign on my forhead I don't know about?
Oct. 18th, 2004 05:48 pm (UTC)
Well ya both have the same smirk. I can see it.
Oct. 19th, 2004 07:43 am (UTC)
Oh gee
Your both so hugable.

So you answered my question about your name. It's cute.

But I kind of remember hearing parents to "stop playing with your monkey!" Do you know what that means?


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