Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:My great Aunt Fern has too much to drink and broke her hip at our wedding reception. Paramedics and the fire truck came and took her to the hospital on a stretcher while Shevardnadze screamed in agony. There was a mass exodus of guests after that.
She’s fine now. But the name Fern minds me of a sparse dance floor and uneaten cake.
Side note: My drunk Uncle Roy ran into a pillar at our wedding and had to be carried out by paramedics. We did our first dance with blood on the floor!
Roy and Fern are names marked with heartache!!!
My great Uncle Roy was a great guy who was happily married for 70 years and died at age 95.
A bad association in your family isn't a bad association in everyone's family. I guarantee you can find someone who had both a great life and a terrible life for every name (I mean there are obvious historical exceptions).
Similarly just because you knew an Amanda or Julie in high school.who was mean doesn't mean your dentist's cousin's former roommate can't name their kid Amanda or whatever.