Having a unique name comes with a rather specialized set of pros and cons. The good far outweighs the bad, but I often find myself in downright ridiculous situations that most people never have to deal with. There’s also the raging sense of ownership that I have, seeing as it’s MY NAME – I made it up, so I practically OWN it – that’s led to more than a few battles between people who have also laid claim to the name (albeit usually for Night Dwarf +3 Lawful Neutral Ranger Orc purposes).
What’s good about having a unique name?
- It’s a great conversation starter
- People tend to remember me
- I made it up so I am very attached to it
- It is exotic sounding so people think I am some sort of tropical princess, especially when I wear flowers in my hair
- I am all over the Googles with my daring tales of adventure and intrigue
- My name anagrams to “lik mi”
It’s a good thing the positives are so positive, because the cons are numerous and confounding:
- No one can spell it
- People want to fight me over it
- Hilarious people call me “Gimli”
- Any sense of Google anonymity I could have hid behind is gone – employers can easily find an e-trail a kilometer wide of all my misdeeds and pantless activities
- I can’t walk into any kind of store selling fun personalized things and pick a “Kimli” keychain or pencil or hat or license plate off the shelf
The last point is a real ass marble for me, because my name is awesome and should be all over everything (but only available to me). Fortunately, the dawn of the internet and Etsy have led me to a bunch of talented people who make pretty things that allow me to tell the world who I am in some very fashionable ways:
These are the first two I had, and they’re both from the same website (Wow Imports; the stuff comes from Israel). They are fun and pretty (even if I’m not crazy about the chain), but a little understated for my tastes – you know me; “subtle” isn’t something I am intimately familiar with.
Then I found this on Etsy:
If this looks familiar, it’s because I actually bought 8 of these to give to friends. Look for brilliant pink flashiness around the necks of Shan, Miranda, Renee, Gina, Heather, Gillian, Kim and myself – we are the Pink Ladies 2.0, tweeting up in your bidness. I wish I could afford to buy one for every awesome lady I know, but I am a penniless peasant toiling away in a cubicle each day. Feel free to order one for yourself, though – the more people in the Pink Ladies 2.0, the better. Also, you can be a man. The Pink Ladies 2.0 do not discriminate.
You would think that I would be satisfied with three “Kimli” necklaces, but you would be wrong:
I’m wearing this one today, and I love it – it’s so small and pretty. My name translates awfully well to things I can wear around my neck, and it amuses me to no end. Each piece is quite different from the others, both in size and style – I have every occasion covered, from important business meeting (giant shiny pink) to a night at the opera (giant shiny pink paired with pearls).
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4 thoughts on “pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name”
I have a pretty normal name, but was never able to get any personalized items, unless I was willing to accept “Jillian” which of course I wasn’t. I’m seeing a few more with my name now, but that’s because it’s a much more popular name than in my day.
I need to get more name necklaces, obviously. I only have two (after your lovely gift last week).
I never found “Renee” inscribed on stuff until I went east, and it’s a more common name out there what with all the French-speaking people. Now that I’ve once again gone west (BEST NEW ORDER SONG EVER) it’s harder to find, but thanks to Xena’s Renee O’Connor and Renee Zellweger, she of the tiny squinty eyes, it’s much more common then when I was a kid and I now have several pencils, a toothbrush, and a barrette set with my name on it.
AND A NECKLACE! WHICH IS PINK!
However. I wanted to change my entire name for years and years, but I’ve sort of given up on it now, because I am also everywhere on the internet and it’s on all my diplomas and job references and whatnot. So alas, I will never have the awesome initials I so dreamed of. Sigh.
Isn’t that a Pet Shop Boys song?