
I have a theory. If you live with people long enough at some point you will get tired of their names. You may even get tired of your own name. The solution? Nicknames. I think a true nickname is one that is given to you by someone else. It is best if that person knows you really well. That way it can really sting when they use it. You might be saying “Hey! That’s degrading. You should call people by their given name”. Well I am. I’m just calling them by the name I gave them instead of the name their Momma gave them. (We all know Dads don’t name kids. Even when a kid is named “Junior” mom was responsible for it).
The truth about a good nickname is it should be educational. I mean that it should help the person receiving it to understand themselves better. There is no point giving a guy with very short arms the nickname “Johnny Short Arms”. First it’s obvious and anyone giving a nickname should have more creativity than to just state the obvious. Second, it doesn’t help enlighten the guy at all. It only tells him what he already knows. Very few things are more irritating than being told things you already know (or are pretending to know).
Everyone in our family has at least one nickname. Some are just terms of endearment, like Doodle, Boo Boo, Eman, ReeRee and Sweet Baby. In recent years all of our family members have been given SUPERHERO nicknames. Superhero nicknames you say? Yes. Superhero nicknames reflect qualities that the individual can use for good or evil. For example, my nickname? TheoryMan. My power is to concoct theories with very little scientific basis that confuse and bore people into submission.
Then there is "The Mumbler". The mumbler is able to speak in a way that conceals his true intent. For example, I say “What are you doing this weekend?”. My son disappears and The Mumbler appears… “Well, yeah a hey well me and D enny werethikmin abooudmaye goinubtalawrents and hang wid tombdeanzam”. Crap, once again I’ve been foiled by The Mumbler.
Daughter Number one. The Badger. She overcomes the strongest of adversaries by relentles argument and inquiry. Verbal attrition till submission. The girl can make your ears bleed.
Daughter two. The Clam. She is also the only child in the family that has a bedroom door with a lock on it. The Clam works silently behind the scenes. If confronted the clam bring all activity to and relationships to a grinding halt by retreating and refusing to speak. She can control the largest opponent for hours. Knock knock knock... "Honey? You in there?".
And lastly my spouse, loving nicknamed “Captain Obvious” by The Badger. Captain Obvious might say something like “It really hurts when you hit your hand with a hammer”. Obviously. What she is actually expressing is compassion and empathy. Captain Obvious is the reinforcer of life lessons who ensures that one does not forget things they have already learned or informs people of things most people already know.
So what does this have to do with Zen? Not much. In fact a real Zen man might not give someone a nickname. Of course I am not a zenist. Maybe he would. I'm sure that if he did he would do so as to help enlighten a person to their true nature or at least point out the conditioning that keeps you from experiencing it.
There is a story about one Zen Master Xuedou. When someone asked him “What is the living meaning of Zen?” he replied “The mountains are high, the oceans are wide”.
That's all the answer you get from a Zen Master? Talk about your Captain Obvious. Maybe he would call someone "Johnny Short Arms".