Won't you tell me of your name?
Dunno why, exactly, but I’ve long held a fascination re. given names…. how one came to be dubbed, the cycles of “popular” names, etc.
I even once wrote a term paper (back in the Dark Ages) re. the origin of names.
Speaking for myself, I spent my adolescence secretly scorning my parents’ lack of imagination. (I was named for my mother, with the first and middles reversed). Oh, but I wanted to be a “Debbie” or “Jeannie” or “Suzie” ….something cool and saucy sounding!
Nowdays, I rather enjoy that my name’s uncommon … except when called, “Myrna” or “Ira” – at least once a week.
Allright ….I suppose people don’t do this intentionally; rather, they don’t take time to LISTEN.
My father’s biggest pet peeve was when others consistently misspelled/mispronounced both his first and last names. They were unusual, yes … but hardly ethnic or lacking vowels. Another time, a co-worker was quick to point out, “My name is Deborah”, shortly after we’d met and I called her “Deb.”
……..The list could go on and on!
How about you? Do you like your name? Were you to adopt an alias, what would you call yourself?