Naming Ourselves, Part 2

Yesterday I mentioned that at the tender age of 4, I attempted to rename myself Cindy. The continuing part of this story is that as I got older, I practiced using the name Cynthia Jones as a psuedonym, in the event I had to flee and use a different name. That's right, as far back as Junior High, I had a name in reserve, just in case. I'm a big contingency planner. If you think it's a bad thing that I've told you my "secret" emergency name, don't worry, I changed that shortly after high school, out of concern that someone might remember that I went by Cindy and that could endanger me or them should I have to use it. Therefore, I can assure you that if I disappear, you won't find me living under the name Cindy Jones. My emergency name is common, but not too common. It's a normal spelling of a normal name, and no one, no one knows it, not the Husband, not M, not my parents (never know who I'll be hiding from). It's not a name that any one who knows me would make a connection to me, like a former pet's name or a favorite actor/author/character name. I think I'd be safe. I was going to ask what kind of thoughts went into chosing your emergency name when I mentioned it to the Husband, who insisted that 1. He doesn't have an emergency name, 2. Never put any thought into having one and 3. Neither has any sane person. It can't be just me - anyone? Anyone? PS - Look - M's got a blog!