Whether you spell it with a C or a K, an I, Y, IE, EY EE, LEIGH.
It was always great being in class, because you never had to worry about duplicate names, you never had to go by a nickname or your last name.
Being a Carli is a very tedious, but special thing. You never know how to react when you meet another Carli. At first, it’s a weird feeling, because meeting another “you” is weird, but then a special bond forms, because well, for once your meeting one of your peoples. Every time you meet another Carli and [internal] fist bump and happy dance is done, no questions asked.
And then, you meet one and you ask them how to spell it…
Being a Carli, means being very proud of the spelling and making fun of the other (C/K) –arl- (I/Y/IE/ EE/LEIGH). And you better believe it’s the first thing mentioned every time you see each other for the rest of forever.
When I was younger, I absolutely hated my name. I wanted a name that I could shorten into a nickname, I wanted friends that had my same name, and more than anything, I wanted my name on those damn keychains you found in the stores.
But now that I’m older, I don’t really care about the nickname, I found friends that share my name, those silly keychains don’t mean anything, and I am very thankful I didn’t change my name to Audrey, which I contemplated for a vast majority of my childhood.
Being a Carli is very much like being in a cult of unicorns, finding someone with your name is nearly impossible, and finding someone spell it the same? Forgetaboutit.