You don’t know Le-a (Ledasha). You haven’t met Abcde (ab-see-dee). But even without those urban legends (whether or not there was one to begin with, there certainly aren’t as many as people claim), there are plenty of weird names.
Yesterday on MamaMia there was a post about parents in Israel calling their daughter ‘Like’ after the Facebook button. A lot of amusing names came up in the comments. My favourites from the comments and my own experiences are Wayne Kerr, Peter Ness and Jenna Tahlia, Hye-Min, Lordes Arrogante, Princess, Gross and my favourite of all time – Fanny Pong.
But the purpose of my writing a post is to complain about my own name, Tamsin. It’s hard to spell (apparently), hard to pronounce (the world is dyslexic), is constantly replaced with Tasmin, sounds an awful lot like Tantrum (thanks, brother of mine) and a specific kind of feminine hygiene product.
To add insult to injury, my parents felt it necessary to make my initials TV and my full name Tamsin Claire Veitch. Say it quickly. Yep, that’s right.
Throughout the years I have been called Tasmin, Tamson, Tamsen, Tam, Tammy, Tanzen, Fanny, Tarzan, Thompson, Samson, Pamson, Tasmania, Ashton, and my favourite one ever… Jessica. For that one I swear they just took a wild stab at it.
Frequently conversations go like this “What’s your name?” “Tamsin. T-A-M-S-I-N.” “… Your first name….” “That is my first name.” “What… Pamson?!” I don’t know who all these Pamsons are. If I met one, I’d think it was pretty weird too.
I did consider changing my name. The one I picked was Alison. But it didn’t suit me. A friend of mine called me Amber for a while because he decided that suited me better than Alison, but my best friend in grade 2 was named Amber, so it didn’t sit right with me either.
At the end of the day, I think your name does reflect your personality. Or is it your personality that reflects your name?
Either way, I will always be Peter when ordering takeout.