Like Melanie J, I am having an identity crisis. It’s true. Ok, hers involves her blog and mine involves my name. Still.
So original. So plain. I know like thousands of Ambers. Frankly, I’m ticked off at my parents. Why couldn’t they have named me something cool? Something like Ambrosia? How many people do you know named Ambrosia? None? That’s right. Sure there is that band named Ambrosia, but I would much rather be named after a band than a beer.
If I really want to make my mark on the blogging world and become famous and all that jazz, I’m pretty sure a change of name is needed.
I know, I know I talked about going to Amber because I’m a survivor of depression, but seriously people. You know you liked Ambrosia so much more. Doesn’t that name sound like a clever person? An exotic person? Let me tell you all about the differences between Amber and Ambrosia.
-doesn’t like crafts
-thinks all animals (except for fish) are disgusting to keep as pets
-tries to be funny
-cooks fabulous meals (a la The Kitchen Witch)
-has a couple dogs for the Queen to play with (but no cats, sorry)
-is witty, wise, and wonderful!! (3 w’s people!!)
Amber is like the plain bagel without cream cheese while Ambrosia is the really awesome bagel with lots of cream cheese. (I think cream cheese is the best part of the bagel.)
I guess I need to accept my name and move on. I can at least warn all the future parents out there.
To All Future Parents:
Please be considerate when naming your child. They may grow up to resent the name, and you, and legally change their name to something cooler. Like Chad Javon Johnson changing his name to Chad Ocho Cinco. Just keep that in mind.
Someone who wishes her name was Ambrosia and not Amber.
At least my name has a really cool 311 song attached to it.
Please tell me that you struggle with your name too. It would make me feel better.