Funny, I’ve got the reverse problem with my son’s name. It’s John. Just John. J-O-H-N. Not Jonathan. Not Jon. People think that’s strange, for some reason.
That’s not strange. You want strange? MY name is strange. I go by a bizarrely-spelled nickname of my middle name. I go by Cristi. C-R-I-S-T-I. It was my mom’s idea. The only explanation she’s ever been able to give is that “it was the thing to do at the time.” My middle name is Christine, quite conventionally spelled. Even has an H in it.
Good thing she’s an excellent mother. Otherwise I’d be sending my therapy bills to her.
My dad’s name is John. Gets it mispelled all the time.
Oh, and while we’re on the topic: It’s Robin. That’s right. Robin. With an ‘i’. Yes, I know that’s the “boys spelling”, and even though I’m not a boy (at least not last time I checked - and although I don’t check all that often, it’s not something that would change without my noticing), I spell my name R-O-B-I-N. And I’m a girl. Don’t even start on how my middle name is also non-gender specific. I know that you read my name and thought I was male. Deal with it. I am female. Talk to my parents - they’re the ones that named me.
sturmhauke, the girl’s spelling is Robyn and the boy’s spelling is Robin. However, as I am living proof, there are exceptions to the rule. I have never met a male Robyn (with a y) though.
Hi, my name is Jon. And people can’t spell my name.
Please repeat after me:
We admitted we were powerless over other people’s spelling of our names and that our lives had become unmanageable.
Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could spell our names right.
Repeated to God, to ourselves and to other human beings the exact spelling of our names.
Made a list of all persons who had spelled our names wrong.
Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to misspellers, and to beat them senseless with a book of baby names.
Anybody for coffee?
Yeah, I know it’s only five steps, but why complicate things.
I’ve met a few female Robins in my time… and strangely enough, one male Robyn. Robyn is my friend Lesley’s brother… now, is it any wonder he goes by Dan sometimes?
Well I used to be StormHawk, then stormhawk because I got lazy, then sturmhauke because out on the wider Internet beyond local BBSes stormhawk was already taken. I’ve occasionally had people online try to chat me up in German, but no sprecken (or typen) zie deutch.