It’s telling that more people have “Alan / Allen” as a last name than as a first. Because your parents can’t choose your last name.
Yes, Alan means courage in French (élan) but only in French and French courage just isn’t the same.
Two soft vowels and two soft consonants? No wonder I’m fat.
Alan da Vinci? Alan Einstein? Alan Patton? No fucking way!
The list of great and famous Alans is as short as the list of Dwaynes.
I’d legally change it but I’m too spiteful. And it gives me the safety net of having something to blame.
If I were named Albert or Alfred or Alphonse I would never let myself be called Al lest someone suspect it was short for Alan.
You can judge the dude-liness of a man’s name by how many words it rhymes with. Mark, Jack, Fred, Bill, Mike and Joe rhyme with everything. All I’ve got is gallon. Big deal–Peter rhymes with liter and Mort rhymes with quart. No name rhymes with pint but then nothing rhymes with pint.
On the bright side, I don’t have to say it as much as the people who know me. That’s one good thing.
And it’s not a gay name, not that there’s anything wrong with gay names. And it’s not a criminal’s name, not that there’s anything wrong with crime.
It’s just a good-natured, fat nerd’s name, that’s all. I can take it.