Alphabetically Challenged: Tyler With An O

My name tends to trip people up. I’m unsure if this is because people are semi-illiterate or if my name is truly so unconventional with its minuscule subtlety that people cannot seem to pronounce or write it down correctly.

Not that this is all so important. My ego isn’t inflamed by simple misspellings. These common mistakes only remind me that souls are more than their attributed human labels (names). I’ve always believed that the soul is by nature, nameless. Even the word ‘soul’ is a misgiving. Yet I digress. Getting back to the point of all this…

More often than not, people mistakenly refer to me as, Taylor. Technically, I ought to be addressed as Tylor (pronunciation: Tie-lore). Not only is my name pronounced incorrectly, but it’s often written to a great degree of error as well. 99 times out of a 100, my name is spelled as either Taylor or Tyler.

Want to know something slightly absurd and hilarious? Of course you do. My father went to get a tattoo of a bulldog on his left bicep. Beneath the bulldog it reads, ‘The Pups’, and beneath that reads the three first names of his three children. It reads, Taylor, Jack, and Rachel. It makes me wonder as to where my lost brother may be, and if I’ve ever met him.

In any case, I consistently pay for the sins of my parents, whom were apparently alphabetically challenged.

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