My friend and I recently debated over an unusual topic.
I had asked her if she could pick a name for herself, any name in the world, what would it be?
We had come the conclusion that she could really just be herself; that the name “Cathy” really suited her. With this, I began to think about how your name really shapes you; the name you are given at birth decides who you will be.
This is when the debating started.
Your name chooses your personality. vs. You are you no matter what you are called.
Me vs. Cathy
Since my name is Jordyn, I really only know how to be Jordyn, so for you to understand my side of the debate, think outside of the box.
Jordyn is generally a boy’s name. Yes, mine is spelled more “girly”, but if you were just calling me “Jordan”, speaking my name, it is a boy’s name. (You could battle me in saying that you know plenty of girl Jordan’s, but shut up. That is not the debate.) When I was a kid, I hated my name. I hated it because all the girls in my elementary school and Sunday School classes had pretty names. Girly names. Like Ashley, or Rachel, or Katie, or Alison. (Hi, Alison. I put your name in there to make you feel pretty. You’re welcome.) But I was always Jordyn, and everyone spelled my name wrong, and I never got a key chain with my name on it, and I didn’t have a lot of friends, and I wasn’t good at writing the letter “J”, and my sisters had feminine names, and I was an awkward little weirdo.
All of those characteristics are due to the fact that my name is Jordyn.
My main point is that my name, I feel, really set out my course in life. I’m not saying that the meaning of your name reflects who you are, because that is not true. I’m really trying to say that if my name had been something else, not a more girlier name, that was just an example, I think I would be a completely different person.
All I ever wanted growing up was a key chain with my name on it. When my family would go on vacation or to an amusement park, we’d go into a gift shop. There were always key chains and bracelets and necklaces with names on it in these shops. They would have my name, but of course, it was spelled wrong. What I am really trying to say, now that this thought entered my mind, I would have been a different person if I had a name that was a available on a key chain. Why? Well, 1. I’d have a freaking key chain. 2. I wouldn’t be Jordyn.
You are probably addressed at least 20 times a day. If your name was something long and unpronounceable people wouldn’t call on you as much; they wouldn’t talk to you as much because getting your attention would be a struggle. (At least for me. Because I would be paranoid to insult you by mispronouncing your name or giving you an unwanted nickname. Which if I have, I am sorry. Blame your parents, though. Your name determines what happens to you, remember?)
In closing, I like my name now. I like who I am. (Except for the fact that I do not have a freaking key chain.) I am glad that my name is Jordyn, because if it hadn’t of been, I would not be this insanely cool person who blogs about television shows for English class. I wouldn’t be the girl who cried when Elena picked Damon. (Lolz. I probably still would be. That stuff hurt.) (But there is another point. If my name was Elena, I would have picked Stefan. Just kidding. Those people aren’t real. Which makes me sad.) I wouldn’t be the girl who writes this super long blog post with embarrassing stuff because maybe more than her one friend would actually read it. (Once again, hey, Ali, hey.)
Comments or questions answered:
You don’t make any sense.
- I didn’t ask for your sass.
Alright. I am done.