It's not a secret. I've got a weird name.
My name is actually so complicated I can only remember one person ever getting it right straight off the bat. Except in India. In India they don't seem to have a problem with it. Geire, Geire, Geire. It's like water off a duck's back to them. When I ask, how do you know how to say my name? They say...but it's just Geire, and that's that. It easily accounts for half the reason I love India so much I think. I'm suddenly a normal person, who isn't intimidating just by the mere virtue of 5 small letters which look like they fell into the grid of a boggle cube.
People ask me, did you make it up, or were you born with it? (It might look like one, but it's not a condition).
Come on. Don't be dumb. Who would give themselves a name like that?
No, I was actually given that name at birth. And it's not a made up name. When I was in Norway I saw the alphabet-soup-named town that Geire derives from. I've even seen it in a Baby Names book. It means "Queenie" or "The little queen"...a zillion years ago some little girl named Geire ascended to the throne...something, something? Think dead relatives, or the plague, some tragedy befell the family...(I could be making this up)...In any event...it sounds confusing. I note: the legacy continues.
But I'm not Norwegian. I'm the same sort of bitsa that makes up most of the population of Australia. Bit of this, bit of that. Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Spanish, some pilgrim who went to the US. I can't find any trace of Norwegian which would let me even sightly off the hook.
My mum knew a Geire, and liked the name.
An absolutely acceptable name.
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