Like so many people, when I was growing up I hated my name. Mostly because it seemed like the thing to do, but also because no one ever spelled it right. EVER. Eventually I got over that part — I mean who really cares how anyone spells anyway? I have a hard enough time spelling words I was “taught” to spell let alone someone else’s name. It’s a curse, I suppose … being a bad speller that is. Oh well, at least I can do long division in my head (read more about my thrilling party tick here).
But back to my name — Shauna. Another thing that used to drive me crazy were the not-so-funny kids that would call me Sha-na-na … you know, like the “singing” group. The one with the lead singer who looked like he truly believed Grease is the word. Bonzo? Yea. I hated that. But when I got older, Ferris Bueller happened. And the whole what’s your name …
My name is Jean, but some guys call me Shauna.
That happened, and suddenly my name was cool. Like really cool. That is until a guy I had a major crush on asked me if I was named after anyone. “I was,” I told him. “Shauna the barbarian. From the first Star Trek.” And from that day on, all I heard, wherever I went that he too went was “Shauna the barbarian” over and over and over again. And it crushed me. All I wanted him to do was fall under my spell like Captain Kirk had my namesake. But instead, he spent the next ten years of my life making fun of me and making sure everyone else knew why. Oh well, I suppose I should probably get over that now too, I mean hey, at least Captain Kirk loved me. And then there’s Bueller. I will always have Bueller.
Today’s post inspired by The Daily Prompt: Say Your Name — “Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?”