It’s Finish The Sentence Friday…well,
to be honest, that was yesterday but I’ve been moving a little slowly this week—I
haven’t even done the post for the award I got—so let’s just pretend I got
finished on time (and be glad the link is still open!). In any case, this week’s sentence is “When I
was younger, I tried…”
Here’s my contribution:
When I was younger, I tried to get everyone to call me
Kimberly instead of Kim…but I wasn’t assertive enough until I was much older.
Which most people probably think is silly…Kimberly, Kim
what’s the difference?
And that’s kind of a long story…a story that started when I
was 5 years old and desperately wanted a cat. Unfortunately, the fact that I—and
my whole family—are all wildly allergic to cat fur created an insurmountable
hurdle. I was devastated…and my grandmother
decided to console me with the book One
Kitten For Kim. Except she clearly
didn’t look at the book very closely:
Notice anything odd about Kim? Anything that might upset a 5
year old Kim who desperately wanted a kitten?
Like the fact that the Kim in the book IS A BOY??!!
Which was a crushing blow to my self-identity….a boy’s
name. I had a BOY’S NAME. Clearly, I was doomed to a life of androgyny
and social exile.
Then, to make matters
worse, I made one of the classic blunders: I confided in my brothers.
Now don’t get me wrong, my two brothers are good
people. They’re kind, compassionate,
supportive…
At least they are NOW.
But at the time they were kids. And BOY kids at that. So when I said, in near hysteria, “Mom and
Dad gave me a BOY’S name!” They very
helpfully explained that this was because when I was born Mom and Dad had
really wanted a boy.
“Who’d want a girl?”
One of them asked.
“No one!” The other
affirmed.
(It is interesting to note that both of my brothers now
maintain that this event never took place and turn the conversation to the time
I told the younger one that we had found him under a bridge living with trolls…was
everyone this mean to their siblings or were we just warped?)
Anyway, this revelation was enough to push me over into full
blown hysterics. I ran sobbing to my mom
and started screaming about my boy’s name and how they didn’t want me and so
on.
I think it goes without saying that I was a little high
strung.
Luckily, my mom had one of those perfect parenting
moments. “I don’t know why you’re so
upset,” she said. “Your name is Kimberly
not Kim.”
The fact that no one really called me Kimberly occurred to
me but was just a new target for my obsessive personality. It became a personal mission to get people to
start calling me Kimberly instead.
It took 13 years.
Because when I was younger, I wasn’t that assertive. I was a little too worried about people
liking me, a little too worried about offending other people…so, I’d say “You know,
I really prefer Kimberly but you know, whatever.”
It wasn’t until college that I got pushy about it, insisting
on Kimberly instead of Kim. And it
worked. Which was just fuel to the crazy
fire...By the time I graduated and joined “the real world” I was flat out
obnoxious about it, correcting people, pretending not to hear when I was hit
with a “drive by Kimming”
A little over the top, I know. But I couldn’t help it because, after all,
Kim is a boy’s name.
Thanks seriously for sharing this and I tried for a bit to be called Jennifer, because it was the in and popular name. I even asked whey I had to be named Janine, so I can relate to this just slightly, but now at 35 years old I have come to terms and actually do like my name. Hey it only took 30+ years, lol!! Thanks again for linking up as always!! :)
ReplyDeleteLOL--when I got married, I had three different Jennifers in my wedding--2 of them my sisters-in-law. I think Janine is much better!
DeleteThis is great! I love it! I would have reacted the same way. I go by Kate most of the time now, but anyone that knew me before college knows me as Katherine (family/old friends), b/c I got nicknamed "Kondor Kate" in college (it has to do with swooping down on my food to eat or something like that). Anyway, I never liked the name Kathy (it's great for others just not me) and anytime someone would/does call me Kathy I would get so upset - not it's just a minor irritation. It's amazing how much our names impact our lives.
ReplyDeleteIt is odd how our names can represent different times of our lives...all my friends from my "pre-assertive" days call me Kim, all my college friends and beyond call me Kimberly and a lot of the newest people in my life call me Kimbo...it's like I'm 3 different people!
DeleteHi Kimberly! (Got to be careful to get that name right!) Fantastic post for FTSF! I can totally relate. I'm an only child, and my parents called me Joan Veronica in a Spanish speaking country!
ReplyDeleteThey obviously thought I would remain to-the-core British all my life! That was not what really happened, instead, my first name "Joan" is pronounced any old which way by Spanish speakers! I tried for years to be called Veronica, which is the same in both languages, but it didn't catch on. I'm doomed to be Jo-an, Yow-an, Jan, Juan (male), anything that more or less works with my written first name! I reallyliked Veronica, but now I'm just me warts and all! Have a good day and keep the posts rolling out!
Ohh, I love the name Veronica! But even my husband tells me Kimberly is too many syllables--Joan Veronica didn't have a chance!
DeleteHi Kimberly. I love the part about your brothers. Funny how they're so dang mean when we're younger to grow up fabulous. I was adopted and my brothers weren't...so an easy one for them was to call me a bastard. I usually got them back by reminding them that they were total accidents.
ReplyDeleteLOL...I think I was just as bad to my brothers as they were to me but it's more fun to remember THEIR shortcomings!
DeleteAh, Kimberley. Brothers can be SO mean! My mom used to make me wear a brown cardigan and my brothers would call me 'brown cardigan Jo'. I know, not that awful right? But they were so horrid about it, they would make me cry. they's say it smelled like poo. I begged mum to get me a different one, so she got me a green one. Then they called it my 'snot' cardigan. Mean shits they were.
ReplyDeleteLol--brothers can be awful! Hope yours improved as much as mine did!
DeleteLOL! My given name is Theresa, but my dad always called me Terry. When I found out it was a boy's name, I changed the spelling to make it a little more girl-like: Terrye.
ReplyDeleteIn the second grade, my teacher kept giving me F's on my spelling papers even though all the words were spelled correctly. My mom finally drove down to the school to find out WTF!
"Your daughter repeatedly spells her name wrong. If she can't spell her name correctly, it's obvious she can't spell at all."
The teacher got a healthy dose of angry Southern Mother. ;) And now, I'm Terrye.
This brings back memories of my second grade teacher (seriously, SCARIEST WOMAN EVER)...glad your mom set her straight!
DeleteLol! Didn't even think about Dana being a boy's name; it sounds "girly" to me...but "Kim" sounds girly to most people as well.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like my childhood mission to get everyone to call me Natti instead of Natalie, because in my eleven-year-old mind, Natalie was bo-ring.
ReplyDeleteAfter I succeeded, of course in college I went back to "Natalie" because I was tired of correcting people, and I sort of outgrew my aversion to it.
I totally get not being assertive when you were younger and learning to be more so as you get older - that is me! And I like Kimberly. I like going with the original in its entirety. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat blog! Am your newest follower!
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