Just how hard is it to think of J things?
Like my name? Or my husband’s? Or the four hundred Jennifers I’m required to know because of when I was born?
I am a J thing.
J names must surely be the hardest for people to pronounce.
On a regular basis I am Joelle, Joni, Jody, and Joy.
It starts in school, the J of it.
“Think of a word that starts with the same letter as your first name.”
“Can you name three words that start with J?”
“Make an acrostic about yourself using your name!”
I wasn’t bitchy enough in grade school, or I’da been in the principal’s office for sayin, “Fuck you Mrs. Koepper. Fuck you jauntily.”