I think most of you know my name.
Brandie.
B-r-a-n-d-i-e
Brandie.
Not Brandi. Or Brandy. Or Brenda (yeah, I've gotten some of THAT too).
I don't know if my name suits me. It's a weird thing to think about, but I do think about it from time to time. To me, 'Brandie' is a slut name. It's popular, but not incredibly popular, and my spelling is just rare enough that no one in the universe can spell it right.
I was supposed to be 'Brandy', but my great-grandmother told my mom that no granddaughter of hers would be named after a liquor (of course that same great-grand always called my brother Jeremy "germany", sooo...) and so my mom tweaked the spelling just enough that I'll never find a keychain or magnet or glitter ruler with my name on it.
When I think about my name, it weirds me out. It just doesn't seem to fit me at all. I mean, I answer to it alright, but it just seems...weird.
The original Batman movie has a line by the Joker..."Looks like he's been usin' Brand X..." Well, I'm "Brand E", hahha...for some reason that just sticks with me. There's "Brand X" and "Brand E".
I've run across a total of 2 Brandies in my life...both were working in customer service. That doesn't bode well, now does it?
I believe that a child's name does influence his or her life. There are certain names that just sound successful. You expect great things from these people. And there are names that sound cute. Or weak. Or happy. Or old. Or gay. Names set the tone for the life.
An employer reading resumes gets an impression from a name.
What impression do they get from "Brandie"?
Slutty? Bubbly? Unconventional (judging by spelling)?
I'm not sure.
As my four (soon to be five) year old would say, "So, what's your point"?
Dunno.
I just have a weird name is all.