My name is Amber Nichole. My mom named me Amber because she thought it was unique and original; little did she know so did everyone else who had a baby girl in 1985. My mom made the mistake of letting my dad choose my middle name. I love my middle name but the story behind it is slightly blue. He chose it from a “Men’s Magazine” if-you-know-what-I-mean. He said he “picked the prettiest girl” in the magazine. Thankfully I wasn’t a boy because my mom said my dad would have gotten to name me and his chosen name for a son would have been Thunder Dude. I really lucked out on that one.
I like my name. Over the years I have met several Ambers born around the same time as I was, and several of them had the same middle name as well which always surprises me. Sometimes I don’t feel like an Amber but I couldn’t tell you what name would fit me better. The name Amber means sky in Hindi, is a golden color, and the name for fossilized tree sap. I’ve known all these things for many years and they all kind of bore me. I always wanted a cool name that meant something like “Goddess of the world” or “Fiery beauty”. Since the name Amber never really felt special or original to me I have worked hard to be unique in my own way. I’m not the most distinctive Amber I know, but I’m me and I think that my name has a lot to do with that. In my experience meeting many different Ambers over the years, a good majority of them are bitchy. Since I don’t want to be singled out as a bitch myself, I have also made an effort not to be like them, most of the time successfully.
*written for my EPY class*