Nicknames stick to people, and the most ridiculous are the most adhesive. – Thomas Chandler Haliburton
I’ve had a lot of nicknames in my short 24 years. Let’s see… Marijuana, Marinara Sauce, Mar, Redwood, Marynanna, Nanna, Gertrude, Madonna, and Perryjay Periwinkle. Yes, I know, pretty ridiculous. Most recently I’m referred to as Mar (b/c one syllable is better than 4, right?), Trucker, Rucka, and Peachy.
All nicknames have some story behind them, and that’s what makes them so fun. I also like to give out nicknames. But what I’ve realized about nicknames is that you can’t go looking for them. They just kinda happen.
One of the coolest nicknames I’ve given out was to one of my old roommates, Tara. I called her Yard. Now that’s not a nickname you can just make up. I didn’t look at my yard that morning and automatically wanted to name someone after it. The story is that our RA wrote our names in curly-cue, girly letters on our door and Tara’s looked like it said Yard. No kiddin. I had several people ask me, “Is your new roommate named Yard?” I think I just got tired of saying “No” so started calling her that.
It stuck. People still call her that to this day.
Here’s a thought about nicknames from a very wise source…
“Sometimes you have to be careful when selecting a new name for yourself. For instance, let’s say you have chosen the nickname ‘Fly Head’. Normally you would think that “fly Head” would mean a person who has beautiful swept-back features, as if flying through the air. But think again. Couldn’t it also mean ‘having a head like a fly’? I’m afraid some people might actually think that.” – a deep thought by Jack Handy
Do you have any nicknames?
