Now I've gone through a lot of name drama as my name is one of the most unique names that I've ever heard. Talia. Of course, when this name was given to me, it was not a known name. I can't even begin to tell you the name botching I heard while growing up. Even today, I get the most horrific pronounciations. I've met more and more Talia's as I've gotten older and that bothers me...now. It was a different story when I was little. Ohh yes...very different. I HATED MY NAME. Well, thats an understatement. I went through every phase. Let's change the spelling. To Talya. Let's change the pronounciation. Instead of its CORRECT pronounciation, Tall-EE-AH lets pronounce it Tall-YAH. Let's shorten it. Leah. Let's just change my name entirely. Now, I suggested this change at the most inappropriate time. Here we enter our flashback: I was at a family event and my name became the hot topic of the night. "But Talia is such a beautiful name!" I did not like this at all. So being the drama queen that I am, I stood in the middle of the room and proceeded to throw a fit. "I hate my name! (face is now getting red and the screaming begins) I want to be named something boring! (now I'm turning purple) Like...like...DONNA!" I am now in my mid twenties and my family still calls me Donna. I get birthday cards, christmas cards, emails, phone calls...all addressed to Donna. This nickname has only lasted within my family and I soon lost interest in the name Donna. As it is a boring name and I am not a boring person. Though my other personality is. We shall call her Donna. Remember her. She will reappear.
Flashforward to 2005. I meet Christine. We connect instantly. We really were separated at birth. Even though we're almost 4 years apart. We work together intensely over a short period of time and have a great working relationship and friendship. Out of nowhere, I start calling her Sparky. I don't know where this name came from as I suck at naming things. My pets, my friends etc. Ok, stop with the tangent. Back to my (long) story. So Sparky now is challenged with finding me a nickname. Days later she comes into the room and says Skipper. I immediately respond to the name and it has now stuck. Skipper, skippy, skips any version you can think of, and I respond. Now, don't get me wrong. I love my name. I love love LOVE it. I wouldn't change it for any other name in the world. But Skipper? Is there really any other better nickname for me? I don't think so...
13 years ago
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What about Lola? She was a showgirl, you know?
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