First blog

My first name Christopher literally means Christ-bearing. My names basis is from the Latin Christophoros which was adapted from the Greek word. The reason that my parents named me this was because of a little argument. Mainly my mom didn't want to name me Christopher, but she wanted to name me Robin. I am not sure why she wanted to name me that particular name but she probably just liked the sound of it. Robin Chan. My father and my siblings were all against this naming choice, so my dad suggested flipping a coin to chose my name. Heads was Christopher, Tails was Robin. It came up heads so that was my name.

In the beginning of my school career i was never especially fond of my name because it was so common in my generation. There were always at least 2 Christophers in any class that i happened to be in. It was very irritating. But then as i grew older everyone started referring to me as Chris. The annoying part is that every single other Christopher that I have ever met also called themselves by the nickname not by the full name. My name never really felt like it had any sort of identity within itself. The identity to my name is not from what my name is, but the meaning that I have put into my name. The moments of my life that I have instilled on my family, friends, and coworkers. The memories that we shared together, and those memories helped make my name unique to me in their minds. The name isn't something that defines me for who I am, I defined the words with my actions. This is a revelation that I have recently come about with my name being what it is.