Hello all, my name is Jovan, Jo•van |jō ‘vôn|…and yes all that was necessary. There’s always the people that “see” my name and assume that it’s pronounced like it appears, Joe-Van, as if my parents wanted me to be a verbal punching bag. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen “Joe” next to a drawn picture of a van, which apparently was the funniest thing that could be conceived by a conglomerate of ignoramus’. Then there’s the people that “hear” my name, slightly different reaction. I don’t know how many times I’ve been called Joe directly after I introduce myself, as if they can just disregard the second part cause they assume I just gave them my first and last name, like this was a business juncture and I’m getting ready to present to the head of the company…but no, I’m merely being cordial random guy I awkwardly uncomfortably met in the Taco-Bell bathroom.
As you can tell my name plays quite the part in my life, and it probably should considering that’s what people addresses you by, but it’s more popular than it should be. Maybe not so much “popular” as it is “notorious” for me, because when I get to tell people how’d you get that “unique” name, I say I was infamously named after my father’s favorite cologne which is actually better known as a “musk” which is suppose to make it sound more manly apparently. There are a couple of different kinds, but the most notable to me for certain reasons is the Jōvan Sex Appeal. The reason I know of Sex Appeal so well is because anytime friends of mine, or not friends, happen to goto any retail store and inevitably come across Sex Appeal in the cologne aisle, they feel the need to send me multiple pictures of it followed by laughing out loud textually abbreviated of course to my phone. By far one of the most irritating things in the world, probably a far second close third to when people cut me off mid-sentence only to 1-up what ever story I was attempting to tell them. BUT with all that being said, I’ve grown to accept my name, it makes me who I am and all that jazz although at the same time, I would’ve gladly accepted Michael which is what my mother was going to name me…thanks dad.
[ Jōvan ]
Enjoying you… and only you.
