My Name

For this week’s blog post I am going to be talking about my name. Why are names such a big deal? I remember when my little sister was born there was a vote on what my parents should name her. You didn’t get to choose your name, so why should your name define who you are or impact what you can do? My name is Bren. It is not very common and I do not hear it often. My mom and dad argue on how I got named Bren. My dad says it was named after his friend who he promised he would name one of his daughters after her, but my mom said she met a flight attendant with the name Bren, and loved it. I used to be really embarrassed about my name because it was not like a name that you hear everyday, like maddy or lily. I would be so embarrassed when I would say my name and people would say, “Brett? Brianna?” I would be so embarrassed that I would take it to the point when I was younger of when I was at Starbucks lying and saying my name was Samantha. I was embarrassed of my name and that no one else was like me, but now I embrace it. I think that Gogol feels the same way as me, he is embarrassed because his name is unique and not like everyone else, but being different is good.