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If you haven’t figured it out by now, I think fairly deep into things sometimes. Today I pondered on one thing that has plagued me since I was born: my last name (which is Starks, by the way).
Don’t get me wrong, I love my last name. It’s unique and it belongs to my dad. Genealogically it’s important to the family continuity. It’s a part of my culture.
The principal reason I love my last name is also the main logic behind why it annoys me sometimes: it’s unique! Don’t get me wrong, there are many people with names worse than mine, and I’m fortunate to have such a “tame” last name, but I do understand some of what they go through.
My surname is one of those names that nobody has ever really heard of, but somehow there is a huge secret population with that name. It’s weird. I never went to school with anybody who had my last name, yet there are whole Facebook groups with hundreds of people in them devoted to people with my surname.
I’m the only person in my group of friends who doesn’t have a last name that is in the top 10 last names in the United States.They have names like Anderson, Jones, Smith, and White….then here I come…..
Then this happens: people find out my last name, and the first question they ask me is, “Hey, are you related to Iron Man (His name was Tony Stark)??” I’ll usually just politely laugh it off, but I wanna just be like,”No! I’m not related to Tony Stark! For one, Iron Man is a fictional character from a comic book and I am a natural born human being, secondly….his name is Tony StarKK!! My last name is StarkSS…..STARKS!!! Gah!”
……they never get it right.
Well, there’s my random rant of the day. Do you have an unorthodox last name? Can you relate to my struggle? Are you a Starks? Comment below and tell me about it!