Not Another Meme

It's not.

It's not another meme, that is, because if you remember I only very recently decided I wouldn't be doing any more of those.

However, as soon as I saw this meme I immediately knew I would hate it notably more than your average pointless meme.

1. Enter your first name only into Google.
2. Then click the "Image" tab.
3. Pick your favorite and post it in your journal.

I don't hate my name particularly. It did turn out to be a little unfortunate when Disney gifted one of its heroines with the same name, but other than that I don't have too many issues with it. I did try to change it when I was little, but I'm fairly sure that everybody tries that at one point in the first half of their childhood at least once.

There was a certain holiday in spain during which I repeatedly attempted to convince the kids' activity group that my name was Naomi. I believe I may have been more convincing if I'd actually known how to spell the name.

This isn't me doing another meme, because I'm stubbornly ignoring step 3 of the instructions.

However, it strikes me as rather amusing to find that the first 20 results consist of three random women, one Salt Lake City stripper, one wedding gown, one petticoat, two plants, one electron microscope image of the pollen, one tiger, one cat, one dog, three copies of the Disney character, three people dressed up as the Disney character, one candyfloss-eating lycra-clad fairy, and a "My First Day of 7th Grade" mind-map.

This leads me to one of two conclusions. Either the world is insane and google an accurate reflection of it, or google alone has entirely lost the bleeding plot. It would be reassuring if I could bring myself to find more belief in the latter than the former, but there are sneakingly awkward suspicions.