Let's start this one from the beginning...

I have a peculiar name.

It's a nice name; sure.

I love it.

It's different and special to me and I love the way it looks.

Rebekah.

I think it is a nicer name than it's more popular counterpart.

Rebecca.

Once, I got drunk.

I started saying my name was

"Like a cool breeze, on a summers day... Rebek-aahhhh."

This was largely in response to another girl we were living with who I didn't like.

Her name was Rebec-urgh.

You see, my name clearly wins.

Although, the peculiar thing is, that most everywhere I go, there are Rebecca's.

In year 7 there were three of us (Rebecca H, Rebecca B and Yours Truly). It was a small year, in a small school. All 3 of us were in the same homeroom.

This was incredibly confusing.

Eventually the other Rebecca's dropped out and I was the last one standing.

People still felt the need, however, to affix my surname when calling on me or to me.

And so it has been for most of my life.

Some times I'll get Bek 'K' because of my spelling, despite my last inital being 'J'.

All round it is a beautiful, unusual, unseen, unheard of, completely uncommon Rebekah.

And I notice this. Mostly on takeaway coffee cups.

"And can I get a name for that one?"

"Rebekah. :)" (Yes I smile- it changes peoples days, you know)

Time passes, my coffee of choice (normally a latte, but if its cold it's a hot chocolate) gets made...

"Order for Rebecca."

Yes, Rebecca.

Never Rebekah.

Okay, that's not true.

Once I had a girl spell it Rebekah.

It was one of the greatest moments of my life.

I was going to rinse the cardboard cup out and keep it until it got mouldy and small creatures started living in it, but my scatterbrain forgot the revelation that was sitting in front of me, and it casually went into the bin with the brown paper bag from my apple and cinnamon slice of bread.

And so, it brings us here.

I've decided to document how my name gets spelt by everyone and anyone else.

Primarily coffee cups, but it happens elsewhere.

I can be standing in front of a person spelling out my name and it will come back Rebeckah Rebekkah, Rebeccah, or any other variation that still does not truly represent me.

And because I don't have anyone where I'm living to share this with, and I share too much on facebook already and I think people have started hiding my posts from their news feed because I just pop up So Darn Much I'm sharing it with you, bloggers, and indeed any poor body who has nothing else to do with their time and feels like reading a small portion of my life which you know, might be silly, it might not make a change to anyone's day- but it's me.

It's my name.

In a weird way, it defines me.

It's my name, by others, on takeaway coffee cups.

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