It’s interesting how I can never conceive of my name as being difficult to spell, whereas for other people, its always a matter of guessing the number of ‘L’s and ‘S’s. I’ve seen my name so many times, written it so many times, that I can think of no other spelling for it that will not appear strange and awkward. R-u-s-s-e-l-l is always spelled with two ‘S’s and two ‘L’s. It isn’t a particularly complicated name, nor is it very seldom heard of; and I can’t understand why people keep misspelling. I imagine that those other people whose names come up less frequently than the friendly Brandon, or the polite Michael, the unassuming Jonathan, the ordinary Jane, the dainty Michelle, the quiet Clare, and so on, must feel the same way as I do.
The point of my remarking upon this seemingly trivial observation is not so that I can indulge in blabbering, but to bring our attention to the subjectivity of our opinions. As much as we would like to be objective, it is impossible. The little cogs that form our systems of perception are each so unique that not any two systems in the world shall be found to be similar. As it is, we must always remember to consult our experiences before making a claim to objectivity. We must ask ourselves whether we have been swayed by some furtive force into thinking a certain way, or that is different from the thinking of another. It is upon uncovering those subtle inner forces that one is able to move closer towards the objective peak, as well as closer to the truth in other person’s mind.