Salutations
Hi there! I'm Gianna.
I’ve never really thought that the name, “Gianna”, suited me very much. Not that I don’t respond to it, but I’ve always likened the name to a distant friend and notsomuch as something that encapsulated me. My parents have always pronounced it “John-a” whereas the school knows it as “Gi-ahn-na”; my sister completely scrapped the English pronunciation system with “Johnson,” and these don’t even include the nicknames trickled in throughout my life. I would tell you those right now, but I’m sure that that boatload of embarrassment can wait for another entry. After all, this is supposed to be a first impression.
If this encounter were in the flesh, hopefully we could stick with a classic fist bump. Somewhere around the middle of the beginning of high school, people start deeming you worthy of the classic adult practice of a handshake. And as someone who profusely sweats from their palms (yes, it is as gross as I make it sound), I hate when I see the hand making its way up. I would say to imagine the slow motion rise like those dramatic scenes in comically bad movies, but heck, if I had that much time, I would be able to wipe my hands on my pants.
It’s not just adults. It’s any seemingly innocuous high five in the hallway. Shout out to all the people who probably think I am the world’s least coordinated person on the planet -- I am, in fact, quite capable of hitting your palm, but would you really be prepared for the clamminess? And shout out to all those special troopers with the dedication to actually go for the “okay, we need to try that again.”
I’m not sure you got anything more from this than the fact that I have clammy hands and a tendency to be a tiny bit dramatic and a ton of awkwardness. But this is just the first of many online encounters, so be prepared.