Linking up with Mama's Losin' It for a weekly writing prompt:
Prompt: What did you want your name to be?
Person: "What's your name?"
Me: "Shirley. You know, like the
And if this conversation were taking place with a cynical or sarcastic person, my name reveal would be followed up by one of the following responses:
"Shirley? Surely you're joking!"
"Shirley? That sounds like a big black lady's name"
"Shirley? As in Lavern's Shirley?
And if I were talking to a Latin person: "Churley? Cheerlay?" - They would never get it right since my name didn't require rolling your R's or end in a vowel like all my high school friends: Cynthi-A, Odili-A, Monic-A, Silvi-A, even the white girl's name was Sarit-A. Can you tell I was bitter about my name in high school? Imagine what it felt like to hang with a bunch of Latin girls and be the only one that looked Asian yet had an Old English name (my last name is even worse!). There was nothing Latin about me. I even did the permed hair thing for a few years to feign that sexy,curly Latin hair. I remember once, a guy in our group suggested I start being called: Shirl-lisa - so that my name could at least end in a vowel. Sadly, that name never caught on.
Honestly, although I often complained about how unfitting my name is, I never really stopped to think what it should have been. I was always just "Shirley". No fun nickname. Not even "Shirl"; just "Shirley" and I accepted it. But if I could change my name to any other, it would most likely be the name that I had saved for the baby girl that I never had:
Short. Sweet. Easy to spell and ends in a vowel (score!). "Mia"
"Surely, you can't be serious!"
I am serious. And don't call me Shirley....
Bad Leslie Nielsen pun on my own name just now! -