“On the infrequent occasions when I have been called upon in a formal place to play the bongo drums, the introducer never seems to find it necessary to mention that I also do theoretical physics” —Richard Feynman
I’ve been introduced as many different things in my life. My grandmother was very fond of saying “this is my Grandson, he’s in University” when I was junior college (and not a very good one)! I’ve been presented a a child of divorce “Well, its not his fault, his parents are divorced”. A few times as “Oh him? Yeah, only child he was!” When I’m in New York, its “look he’s so Southern!” in Florida its “oh my, he’s not Southern enough!” Stopping by my Dad’s office I always get the feeling of “oh, look, its the boss’s idiot son!”.When I’m infrequently in Germany I’m presented as “Susi’s Ami”. I’m actually somewhat OK with that one :).
What I find interesting though is how rarely I’m referred to as a father. I am all of those things above, but none of them matter to me as much as Father does.
Why is that you tend to be remembered for those less important things and not the bigger ones?