Missing/Not Missing Something Small

What’s the story behind your nickname?

It’s funny how almost everyone I meet seems to have a nickname—something playful, short, or completely unrelated to their actual name. Some nicknames are given out of love, others out of habit, and some just seem to stick for no reason at all. But me? I’ve never really had one.

At least, not one that I know of.

Sometimes I wonder why that is. Maybe it’s because my name is simple, common, and easy to call. There’s nothing complicated about it—no need to shorten or twist it into something else. It does its job perfectly well as it is. Still, a part of me is curious. Was there ever a nickname someone used behind my back? Something friends said casually when I wasn’t around? Who knows? If there was, no one ever let me in on the secret.

Nicknames have a way of adding color to someone’s story. They often carry memories, inside jokes, or a sense of belonging. So, not having one sometimes makes me feel like I’ve missed out on a small but quirky tradition. But at the same time, maybe staying nickname-free is its own kind of uniqueness. After all, names—nicknamed or not—are just one part of who we are. It’s what people feel when they say your name that truly matters.

Still, if someone ever decided to give me a nickname, I’d be curious to hear what it is… and why.

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