Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Seriously, You Guys, What's the Deal with My Name?

I don't really like my name. No, that's not true. I like its components. “Marjorie” was a crap name growing up, because it made me different, and we all know how the other kids treat the different kid. I think I read somewhere that giving your kid an unusual name increases his or her risk of mental illness. Thanks, Mom & Dad.

Now that I'm grown, I like being different. At some point in my life, everything turned around on me. I started liking my name, just like I started liking sleep. They say that's a sign of adulthood, when you like sleep.

This guy is very mature. -- DavidDennisPhotos.com.

For those of you who don't know, my middle name is “Marie.” Now, that's not so bad, as middle names go. It could be Bertha, Hortense, or Myrtle. It could be Prunella, for heaven's sake. I could be Marjorie Prunella McAtee.

But, if it were, I wouldn't have this going on with my initials: MMM. Mmm. Mmmm. Mmmmmm.

Mmmmmmmmmmm. -- JoChoo
Besides, say the whole thing out loud – Marjorie Marie McAtee. It's like one of those mouth-stretching exercises you do when your cheeks are sore from smiling too hard, or something.

Yeah, like this. -- inhisgrace

Now, say it ten times fast. 

My parents didn't put much thought into this name of mine. I asked my mother about it once. She told me that both she and my dad liked “Marie” as a middle name, but couldn't agree on a first name. I like to imagine the following conversation taking place in the delivery room, immediately following my birth:

My father: “How about Prunella?”

My mother: “No.”

“How about Mary? I've always liked the name Mary.”

My mother (probably) shook her head. “No, cause then she'd be Mary Marie, and that's just Mary Mary. Besides, I already have a sister Mary and an Aunt Mary.”

“Beulah?”

“God, no.”

“Henrietta?”

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Wilhemina?”

“No!”

“Enid? Minerva? Fanny?”

They must have continued in this vein for some time, until my frustrated mother finally turned to the attending nurse. “What's your name?” she asked.

“Marjorie,” the nurse replied.

And there you have it.




12 comments:

  1. Ok, I have to ask...who are you???

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  2. Some people think my name is Polly.

    #headdesk

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  3. I was named after my nurse too - not that dad needed inspiration, more that my parents had planned for one girl or one boy and ended up with two girls.

    Thank heavens my dad didn't get his way though, or my initials would have been PMT!! And I love him too *sigh*.

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  4. This made me laugh. Majorie is NOT a bad name. I can relate though... my name is, well, unusual. It confused kids, and even adults sometimes don't believe me. Many authors think it's a pen name! No, I really was a little twirling girl named India.

    I think my mother was trying to compensate for the fact that she was given a three letter name at birth (so it would be easy enough for a girl to spell---no lie)

    India Drummond

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  5. You have the cool techy kind of initials where you could go by M3(evoking thoughts of Bavarian Motorcars perhaps?) - very Web 2.0

    Great blog - thanks!

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  6. @Paulie My father's name was Millard. People called him Millie.

    @rainbowchazer I have a friend who's initials are STD.

    @India It didn't occur to me to think that was a pen name! But, I guess I'm accustomed to unusual names... ;)

    @Don So, is that M-cubed? I'm a writer...you do the math. ;)

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  7. El. Oh. Vee. EE. this! I was named after a little girl in a McDonald's commericial, so...yeah.

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