You could say my name is a little unique, and that leaves people scratching their heads on how to pronounce it. I have grown up being very used to people unable to pronounce my name, and automatically many assume I feel poorly of myself because of it.On the contrary actually, I quite enjoy my name, or lack thereof, for a number of reasons.
I was and still am quite shy, and in class I would dread my teacher randomly calling upon me to answer a math question or two. No fear,however, because the teacher could not pronounce my name. That, unfortunately, lasted only a short period of time, they eventually butchered some sort of pronunciation. Yet I was able to always come up with some sort of response during that brief and awkward pause it took them, to get my name out of their vocal chords. All joking aside, my name has enabled me to make a swift dashing impression to a plethora of newcomers, as I recount numerous pronunciation fails.
Seriously, and I really mean no joking now, my name has provided me a great icebreaker for people to get to know me, and for me to learn about the environment and culture they grew up in. Often times people inquire of the origin of my name, or yes,sometimes pronunciation fails, but it provides a method of conversation quite easily. Although I will say it is embarrassing and awkward at moments to repeat my name a couple of times, and then assure them that the pronunciation is correct even though it is not. In retrospect, however, I really do not mind, they are making an effort, and I appreciate that. It does sometimes put a slight damper if no one is able to say my name properly, but generally that is not the case. My name is unique, and everyone knows its’ me being discussed or thought about if my name pops up. It helps make my work more distinguishably “me.” My name,though, has always been a bit of a hurdle for some people, but it has also helped me identify myself, and help me meet other people...even though I always use a fake name at “Starbucks.”
Many people despise factors they are unable to control, like the pronunciation of their name. It can be a bit of a pain, and dampen your outlook on your identity. Optimism, however, and looking at the other side of this phenomena, and accept it for the best may help. I have grown to love my unique name, and the train wreck of versions that come along with it. Okay, I am joking again. What I really mean is the appreciation I have when others approach something new, like my name, and the genuine efforts made to learn more about me,other people, and the world around them.
