Just to make sure we are all on the same page: name dropping is mentioning a well-known name in conversation. For example, "I remember when Barack, back when we called him Barry, and I were teenagers and used to get together on Sundays and look for typos in the NY Times."
Or, "Ah, the Prius. You know, back in '62, we were the first ones on the west coast to have a car that didn't use gasoline - it ran on orange peels and shredded clothing. We were the first."
In a word: Pride. The sin of pride. Trying to alleviate anxiety and alienation by self-aggrandizement. I am guilty, extremely guilty.
I don't like myself when I do it, yet it has been a staple of my life. I even namedrop in my own inner monologue (dialog?).
My wife Anne is the opposite. She is humble, self-effacing, a goddamn saint, if you ask me, and her modesty makes it easier to hang out with her - she's not trying to prove how special she is all the time.
In the past few months, we have been working together to stop my namedropping.
Will you help me too?
ps: note to blogspot.com - Please update spellcheck. Barack is the correct spelling of our next president - ONE R.