Today’s (and I am actually on the right day today!!) Daily Prompt asks… “Do you know the meaning of your name, and why your parents chose it? Do you think it suits you?”
My real name for those playing at home, is Ewen. I don’t know why my parents chose it. I suppose they wanted something different. Something easy to spell; both for them (laziness) and for myself (dunce-ness). Both parents have some family ancestry from Wales, and this is the Welsh form of the name… I think. Unlike Ewan McGregor, who bares the Scottish version. I always get that spelling. Gee, do I look like Obi Wan Kenobi to you? (Don’t answer that).
Mum wanted to call me Joel. That became my middle name. Dad won the name game ultimately. But, I like ‘Ewen’. It does suit me. It’s a bit different, simple, and a little mysterious. Mysterious as in, “really… why?!” But, mysterious nonetheless.
The name means ‘youth‘. I don’t know if, or how that applies to me. I think I am still young at heart. I might be clutching at straws there. Maybe my simpleton parents looked at me upon birth and said “Crikey, he’s young. Let’s name him after youth.”
All I know is that people never understand me the first time I introduce myself. They’re just not ready for it. It sounds foreign to them.
Me: “Hi, I’m Ewen.”
Random: “What? John?”
Me: “No, Ewen.”
Random: “Oh, Gwen.”
Random: “Oh, Melton.”
Me: “Yeah, fucking Melton, that’ll do.”