You may call me whatever you want, just make sure it doesn’t contain any profanities please! My Parents, bless their heart, had me christened with a one-of-a-kind, weird and long name. Trust me, its quite a mouthful. Even as a child, I had mixed emotions when it comes to my name. For one, I was happy in having such a unique name. I was never a plain Jane. My unique name has also given me a rare ability, as I immediately knew when the teacher was about to call my name, seconds before they even utter anything. It all starts with the frown, then a tongue twisting frustration comes next as they try to utter the first three syllables of my name. I would of course, rescue them, and simply say my name and sometimes, I even go the extra mile, and explain how it came about. My name however, has also given me grief, as it has given some of my classmates an avenue to pester me with so many nasty nicknames. Not to mention the hassle during exams, as by the time I finish writing my name, my classmates would have answered questions 3 or 4. Weeks ago, out of sheer boredom, I decided to google my name, just for the fun of it. I was after all, confident in knowing that my name is unique. Boy was I up for a huge disappointment. Not only did the search show multiple entries, most of them (probably all of them, as I did not have the heart to check them all) were male! I was thinking, “Lord, is this a sign? Was I supposed to be a man?---hahah) I immediately confronted my Mom and told her my findings, in her defense; she said that she got the idea for my name from Michael Douglas’ first wife, Deirdre. Oh well, to make the story short, I am seriously thinking of legally changing my name. Or not.
