What’s in a Name?

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*