What’s in a name? Well, a lot of annoying things once other people start to use it. For instance, my last name is Wilbur. It’s a goofy name, sure. But, if you say it to someone over the age of sixty, they will neigh like a horse and do a long, drawn-out “Wilbuuuurrrrrr” in the style of Mr. Ed (ask your parents). After reading this viral Twitter thread, however, I know others have it worse.
Some people go by their own middle names because their first name was mocked too often. Others have innocuous names like “Matt” and still find themselves the subject of annoyingly silly questions. Really, the important thing to remember is that none of us would need so many names if we didn’t overpopulate the planet. Suddenly, you can’t simply be “Matt.” You have to be “Matt of Southwold,” then “Matt the Blacksmith” then “Matt Smith” but now there are like 60 of them in the same town and we have to start over eventually.
Whatever your name is, someone, at some time, made fun of it or confused it with another name.