An Irish baby name. One with thick roots and interesting meanings. It means strong willed. Or dog lover. It’s a quiet name, quiet but trustworthy. Shy but humorous. Once you break the shell hiding the inside from the out. Its green. The name sounds like someone you don’t need, but want.

The name. How did i get it? Why is it mine? They wanted my initials to match my fathers. CAK. Connor. My father and I share the same middle name. Alan. Meaning noble. The name of a saint. Fair and handsome. That sounds about right.

I wonder if my parents knew the meaning of my name when they chose it for me.  If they knew I would be strong willed. A dog lover. Or if they just chose the name at random. And I have grown to be strong willed solely out of chance.  They say it’s meaningless but I’ll never know

I think it’s the way Connor rolls off the tongue. It doesn't take a lot of effort to say. It's almost like when you begin saying the name you’re already finished. It’s an easy name for mom to yell when I’ve done wrong.  I can hear her yelling it now.

Most say I do not look like a Connor.  They see Jake or something generic. I do not see myself as generic.  I may look generic but I am anything but. If I was anything but Connor I would be different. I don’t want to be different.  

I’m not sure if I like my name.  If I had the option to choose a different name for myself I wouldn’t. But not because I like my name. Purely because there is no name that describes me better.  I’ve grown into the name that was given to me. I would never change my name. I like the way I am.