What’s Wrong With Me, Et Cetera?

What’s wrong with me, that you can’t pronounce my full name; that you can't type it out on your keyboard, as if you'll run out of ink? What’s wrong with me that it has to be truncated, abbreviated, every time, as if there’s not enough air to push all my syllables through your throat.

Sure, I’ll answer to Etc. But, is it so hard to say Et cetera, just once in a while? Even if you’re mad at me—“damn you Et cetera”—because I was late for dinner?

And what about my friends? What about:

e.g.          exempli gratia
et al.        et alii
i.e.          id est
id            idem
ad loc        ad locum
neut.         neuter

Well, I suppose I understand the last one if the dog’s looking over your shoulder. But once in a while, it would be nice. You wouldn’t like it if I called you JW all the time.