Well, my name is Athen Smith... It is not given by me or my parents, but some few absurdly lucky encounters and situations. Yes Athen, like the city and Smith like the people hitting the iron.
Sitting here, looking back on my life, I was pretty unlucky at the beginning, since someone misheard Nathan and my name became this, what I did not understand why they are writing something else, since the pronounciation is the same... But I became Smith for the second time, because when I was dictating my name a kid, like 4 years old who thought I was a blacksmith yelled he is smith...
Well I mean I am writing this diary because of my past so why not to be honest?
I mean I was born as Nathan Smith the son in a middle-upper class boy, so it is not THAT far from what I used to be in a millenia or two ago, but still... Naah it became a habit. Maybe either of us at least help someone, if they read and understand to be at least to be a little bit responsible. First lesson, it is easier to think, than to write down something, because something reeeally bad can be caused in like less than a second! To note learn literature, it is the subject of thinking!
BUT it is about my name and I also had a few spoilers, so be nice and hear me out, because now I have to write down stuff about my history too.
So I will write that too more than briefly and more than too much for any reader, but keep on, I promise, there are worse things, than hearing my whining or at least reading for like chapters until I can afford a pen, because society, whatever, JUST READ, IT WILL BE GOOD, NO COMPLAINTS I AM COOL WHATEVER!