Canadiana analogy: So you know in Anne of Green Gables when Anne asks the matron at the orphanage if there are any twins? As twins are her “lot in life” (<-not said with love)?
Well Matthews are my lot in life.
And it’s only getting worse. The thing about something being your ‘lot in life’ is that you just acquire more of them as time goes by. So the longer your life, the larger your lot.
It’s at the point now where when I start a sentence to the husband with “So Matthew…”, that’s as far as I can get before he interrupts with “wait, which Matthew?”
Because you see, I might be referring to my brother, or his husband, or one of two Matthews (at different companies) I currently work with, or more than one additional friend. There are approximately six Matthews I am /presently/ in regular contact with.
It’s close to the point where I think of them by colour. Based on the Gmail labels I have associated with them. There’s light blue Matthew, and sea blue Matthew, and purple Matthew …
BAH!
Curse our parents and their proclivity for picking popular names. Did you know that Matthew has been among the top three names for baby boys in Canada for something like the last 35 years?