Friday, March 20, 2009

My Name.

For those of you following my blog, you're used to the serialized form of my fictional story. However, I decided to have another section where I have random pieces that are loosely based on reality, but fiction nonetheless. It's a little more free form and are not all part of the same story, in any case, enjoy.

My parents gave me an Irish name. They said it was a name of a student they really liked; my parents are teachers by the way, and they both had students with the name Shannon, so maybe they thought that I would be a good student too, which I was for the most part. Although sometimes I think that the reason my Dad wanted to give me an Irish name was because he was in love with the Boston Celtics, I mean he was fanatical about them, for years he only wore Boston Celtics t-shirts and he would fly all the way across the country just to watch them play.

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This one time, he was so excited about going to the game he left his keys in the ignition and the car running , needless to say the battery was dead by the end of the game. He had to wait in the cold for a tow truck for hours, but he said it was worth it. Now this was in the early 80's when the Celtics won all those championship against the Lakers, and I guess they did it again recently and my Dad still loves them, but yeah, that's what I think my Dad's motivation was for naming me Shannon. Now before I got married I had an Asian last name, so there was no confusion about who you were meeting when I walked into a room, but now my last name is McConagle, I'm Shannon McConagle, can't get anymore Irish than that. Anyways, now when I walk into a room, there is only a moment of confusion because people are probably expecting a white, Irish girl and instead they meet me. Well, maybe it's more than a moment of confusion. There was this one time I was sitting in a waiting room at a doctor's office, one of those places where you have to fill out a form with your name and birth date and your medical history. Anyways, the nurse comes out with her clipboard and walked straight to a very pale woman with red hair, and said "Excuse me, Mrs. McConagle, you forgot to write down your last menstrual cycle."

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The pale woman was actually Mrs. McMonawell, so maybe it was an honest mistake, but the nurse opened her eyes really wide when I cleared my throat and said that I was in fact Mrs. McConagle. Now when people see me, they see...well, actually I don't know what they see, because people do ask me what I am all the time and maybe I should be offended, but I'm not, sometimes I am, because I never ask people what they are because I think it's rude. But I've heard it all my life and it happened to my mom too, so I guess I'm just used to it. I used to ask, 'what do you think I am,' and I got a wide variety of answers which were always amusing to me because no one could ever guess. I mean sure they could name one or two, but not all. Anyways, by now I think I've heard it all so when someone asks me, I just say I'm mixed. Sometimes I think that in the future, everyone will be mixed and people will slowly morph into a species that all look kind of the same, like they'll be no distinction between races. I think that's what John Lennon was singing about when he said imagine all the people living life in peace.

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And he wasn't the only one, because sometimes I think the only way the world can be as one is if we all have a little bit of each other inside of us, then we'll understand what it's like to be every different culture in the world. That would be neat. But sometimes I wonder if mixing too many things will produce something that looks a little off. I guess I'll find out if I ever have children. I think my grandmother thought that too, I remember overhearing her say that she thought my brother and I were going to turn out weird looking because my mom and dad are mixed, although I don't think I was supposed to hear that, but I think my brother and I look just fine. But, yeah, like I said, I guess I'll find out if I ever have children. I'm still on the fence about that one by the way. I used to think that by the time I was almost thirty, my biological clock would start ticking, but I'm 28 and I haven't heard anything yet because I still have a very adolescent view on children, I mean when you really think about it, having something grow inside of you is really sci-fi, don't you think? So maybe I'll never want children, beside, there's too many people on the planet anyways. Sometimes I think it's because I'm afraid of all the responsibility and I'm afraid that I'm too selfish and I wouldn't be a good mother, which by the way is one of my biggest fears. I think it's because I don't want to mess up someone else's life because I think I already do that to the people in my life sometimes, so why add one more. I wonder if my mom had doubts about being a good mother, but she wanted children so maybe that makes a difference. Anyways, my mom was a great mother and so was my dad, I mean he was a great father. Yeah, my parents are great even if they gave me an Irish name.


Robyn said...

lol. love! yeah apparently i am way more into non-fiction(ish). also i am way into names. i wondered about your new name when i found you again (or you found me or however it happened on facebook). do you mind if i post a link to a name blog i frequent? i think they will be interested in the whole married name and stuff.

the part about the doctor's office also reminds me of korean adoptees' stories of having "white" names.

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