stuff that drives me looney

The  midwife named me Tweety bird within the first few seconds of my life. I refuse to accept the idea that this was due to the fact that my forehead was weirdly proportioned to the rest of my face. Or the reference to Tweety being a male, or initially ambiguous as birds are. 

However I do feel that she was not far off when it comes to "illustrating" my character. See, Tweety bird is rather malicious, self-protective and down right cruel, all while portraying a sweet innocence. Now, this is a tad severe acknowledgment of self-criticism. Although, I may have an inkling of these qualities; the main resemblance to Tweety is the way he/she deals with his/her adversaries. After playing a game of cat and mouse for so long, Tweety deciphers a manipulative, calculated plan to disperse of said adversaries; Tweety steers the enemy toward an accomplice or another device (such as off the ledge of a tall building or an oncoming train).  
I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I'm not a fan of confrontation and would rather find other means to deal with situations, and well, not be the final cause of annihilation. More figuratively speaking, I don't mind giving the push, but I'm not going to take the blame for the concrete you fell onto after falling 3000feet, and while falling you may or may not have hit a few cliff hanging trees along the way. Those trees were probably natures way of smacking the sense into you. 


Okay, so Sylvester gains a lot of sympathy and is all adorable with his lisp and red nose. Yes, one does feel empathetic to the cat, who is relentless in killing my vibe, I mean, killing Tweety. One has got to give the cat credit for trying and dying the most amount of times than any other Loony Tunes character, yes more than Wile. E Coyote. However many times he seems to walk into an oncoming train, he does not learn.  Perhaps it's Tweetys' birds-eye view that works to his/her advantage, but it has got to be the most frustrating thing to have to constantly kill off this cat time and time again. 
If I was nicknamed Sylvester by the midwife, it probably would have been a self-fulfilling prophecy of always being on the short side of the stick. Like Sylvester; Coyote, Daffy and Porky Pig are cartoonifications (yes, I made that word up) of the antagonists in life. How they do not learn from their experiences baffles me. It is them which make Tweety, Roadrunner, and Bugs more worthy of protagonist qualities.  

I guess there are ample characters in this life that well, are a tad Looney, and that makes for some good old fashioned entertainment.  As a child growing up watching Looney Tunes, I knew (the midwife knew too) that there was no way I was sitting on the fence with Sylvester, Coyote and Porky Pig. 
Perhaps the large forehead was a resemblance of my brain. In that case, I will accept the idea that it's why I got called Tweety. 
Hmm... my other nickname is mouse, like Tom from Tom and Jerry....