Do you ever misspell your own name?

As much as I hate to admit this… I do.

As you can see in Exhibit A featured above, my name is very round. Curvy. When writing it, you move the pen multiple times in the same fashion. Sometimes I find myself not paying attention and I’ll put more “c’s” in it than there needs to be. Like “Beccca” for instance. My name obviously doesn’t have three “c’s”, but my mind just wants my pen to keep going.

And when this happens, it kinda makes me look like an idiot because I have to go back and turn the third “c” into an “a” and then scribble out the last “a”. Or sometimes I’ll make the new “a” a little bit larger to cover the third “c” and the last “a”. Which makes my name completely unbalanced with normal sized letters in the beginning and then ending with a huge “a”. As a graphic designer, this bugs the hell out of me.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ll start writing a note to someone and then not be pleased with its position on the paper. Crumple it up and start over. However this is not practical when I’m at the gas station after I’ve misspelled my name on the debit card receipt. I can’t say, “Ummm, yeah. Hi. Can you reprint that receipt because it seems I’ve misspelled my name and it’s bugging the hell out of me. Thanks.”

I don’t misspell my last name however. All the letters are different. Nothing repeats. They are all different shapes. Of course, most of the time I just scribble the last two letters of it into an unrecognizable line.

Maybe that’s what I should do with my first name. Just a scribbled line.

Can someone wake up one day and decide to change their signature? I mean, it won’t match my driver’s license or social security card. Do you think that would cause some sort of governmental issue? Will the government accuse me of NOT being me? And I’m sure they won’t take me seriously if I told them that I changed my signature because I always misspell my first name.

Of course, this blog could be proof. You think? I wonder if they would believe me after I referred them to this particular blog entry. But then they’d get all nosey and read my other entries and lock me up for just being crazy and pathetic.

Ohhhhh why do I come up with questions that have no answers...