If you know me, then you know my name is a little different. Different enough that some people snicker and other people go "yeah..., What?". So I may come off as a hipocrete, but I don't care because I didn't just one day decide to name myself. Trust me, if I had the chance I sure wouldn't have picked this one. For those who don't know me, here's a couple of hints: There's a city in Pennsylvania with a informal pronunciation of my name. Also a candy bar and an amusement park. Funny name, huh? Try growing up with it. Even my own mother called me by my middle name.
Here's what I'm talking about, Madysys, and you, Aadinn, and you too, Makayla. Or rather, your parents. This effort to be more kre8tiv by taking a perfectly okay name and contorting it with extra letters and strange substitutes only condemns your poor child to a life of respelling his/her name, explaining its derivation, and assuring people that yes, his/her parents really do in most cases know how to spell. Most annoying of all, these bizarre spellings don't do anything to change the name's pronunciation or specialness. Madysysn in the end is really just plain old Madison.
So why change the spelling in the first place? That's right: Just to be annoying. And for the kids that have to endure mommy and daddy's sense of humor: I feel your pain.
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