Given names- Predestine?

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When I had my children, I wanted all three to have strong, unique names. Names where they would be noticed in school, but not teased. I believe I have accomplished that. My name is very common from when the time I was born. I can remember having at least 3 other girls in my class with the same name. Now I am seeing my nickname (Jenny) used as a sub name on different sites. I am wondering the significance to that.

Do you think your name(and no, you don't have to give it out) has maybe predestined you for what you are? Do you think names have any influence at all, either in BDSM or life in general?
 
I'm really into names and their meanings and stuff. I personally believe that names do affect what kind of person you are, and I also think that the meanings are very important. My name means 'my beautiful one - warrior maid'. My husband's name is 'handsome charmer'. Now I don't think I'm all that beautiful, but my husband does, and he says my name is fitting. And believe me he is a very charming person. *shrugs*
Quite often you'll notice that meanings fit. My sister's name is Melissa which is greek for honey bee. Believe me it fits, cause she never stops moving, and talks the whole time, rather like the buzz of a bumble bee.
 
I do and I don't. When I read something that explains who I am based upon my name, I'm skeptical. Sure, it fits, but that's because it's all generalizations that could fit almost everyone in some aspect of their life. Mine always says I'm creative, industrious, and eager: well, I could see how that could fit into many categories other than the obvious.


On a side note, my mother named me in the late 1970s, and people couldn't believe she'd named me something so old-fashioned. In 2002, it was the most popular girl's name. That irks me. Simon and Garfunkle knew what they were talking about all along. ;)
 
I think it is BS. Unless you name your son Sue.

Johnny Cash

Boy Named Sue


My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
 
My given name really falls flat and doesn't seem to have led me or anyone else with my name in any specific direction.

I do believe one can "grow into" a name. For example, I have known men named Peter and all of them had a quiet fortitude that I can't put a finger on.
 
I'm named after a fucking tenacious fauna creeper.

It fits.
 
I always hated mine, was very common when I was at school too. You learn to live with it, until you realise that you don't have to.
When Incubus & I became engaged I chose new names & had them legally changed, although the diminutive form is still the same, I feel like a whole new person.
 
Mine means princess, both in Hebrew and apparently in Japanese as well (nifty that) though its a different spelling.

I'm not a lady by any means and don't wish to be, but a princess, that I fit some days.

Hubby's is right on- Gift from God. Which, to me, he is, so can't argue there.

Still- some names, like Bonquita and such things- hm... wouldn't wish that on a child during the "what your name means' day at school.
 
The interesting thing about my name is that if you reverse it (use the last name first and first name last), you get a lovely name for a woman. :D

I'm named after both of my grandfathers (first and middle name), neither of whom I ever met. So it does sort of feel like I have some family continuity.

Other than that, I can't say I have every particularly liked or disliked my name, or that it has in any way formed who I am.

Of course, I'm not a believer in predestination or fate, so I'm not inclined to believe that my name shaped who I have become.
 
Kajira Callista said:
Ick...my name doesnt fit me at ALL!

Take the first three letters, and that describes what I'd like to do with your butt!
 
Nah, pretty normal name, although to my pleasure it isn't horribly common. Apparently means "great. " Wow, that's...not specific at all. I sometimes feel like the vagueness of that meaning has carried over into my life. Sure, I'm destined to greatness....at what exactly?

I was almost "Rachel." Glad to avoid that one; I dig old-fashioned but that pushes me into a corner.

MissT, my dad is a Peter and fits your description quite nicely.
 
Seri Jacinda

I like mine, because it is unique. But it annoys me too, because it's TOO unique. No one ever knows how to spell it, often don't say it right, and always seem to think there has to be some huge history or story behind it when the fact of the matter is, my mother simply liked it and decided to spell it differently. Nothing to it. In some other countries, it is a male name to boot. Adding the unusual middle name didn't help matters much. I wouldn't change it, but I would change the spelling to "Sari".
 
I don't think my name predestined me for any thing. My parents did pick names with religious meanings for me and my two brothers though.
 
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