I grew up thinking there was something wrong with me because my name was Brian. I mean all the time I was growing up there were Joe's and Tom's, and John's etc. but no other Brian's. I was 29 before I met my first other Brian and he was 15 years younger than me.
When I first went to elementary school it seemed odd to me that everyone else had a duplicate, everyone else but me. Mind you, their duplicate was a duplicate in name only. Duplicates existed at differing grade levels, from different parts of the township and occasionally even across sexes - we had a boy named Sam and a girl named Sam, which of course, was short for Samantha. But to a 7 year old boy who didn't know many girls, she was named Sam. And it took me a while to figure out the difference.
I finally asked my mother why I was named Brian. She said, "well for the first son I had, and loved so much, I needed a name that was special to me". That seemed to settle my worries once and for all.
Friday, January 8, 2010
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