Friday, February 17, 2012
I love the name Jessica. What I don't love is that I share it with a good chunk of the United States. Or world.
Let's add my middle name into the mix. Marie. Really?
To make matters worse, 3 of my closest friends have the most unique names ever. Stella Tatiana, Suzanne Gatlin, Charlotte Diane.. Diane isn't too unique but how many people can say they know a Charlotte??
I think most Jessica's will tell you that they've spent a lot of their lives answering the question: "Jessica who?" or "Which Jessica is this?" Of course these are via text or internet. Luckily, I've never met a Jessica who looks and sounds like me too. And then there's the "What's your last name? I need to put it in my phone because I have 3 other Jessica's in here." I'm grateful for this one because I'd rather be Jessica T than "Jessica- bar" or "Jessica- Hawaii" or the dreaded "Jessica- DO NOT ANSWER" (I've used this one). I spent most of my childhood being grateful for my last name, Romero. At least that was a little different. Most people don't have more than one Romero in their contact list.
Then, in 2010, I married a man with the last name Taylor. TAYLOR! Dumb move, right? And to top it off, his sister's name is Jessica. No, I'm not joking. I can't even use the nickname "JT" because 1) Justin Timberlake owns that and 2) My husband's name (and his 3 siblings) also starts with a J.
So, here I am. Jessica. Marie. Taylor. Google me. Dare you to find me by only using my name.
I'm grateful though. I guess I'd rather be the 9848765th Jessica than something like Olga. (Sorry to all of the Olga's out there.)
I just wanted you all to know that my journey to "find myself" (or whatever you call this stage of a 20's something girl) is not just an emotional one. It's a real life attempt at making myself stand out from the rest. And not just the rest of the people in the world, but the rest of the Jessica Marie Taylors.