We already did a prompt writing about our name, didn’t we? I guess focusing on the middle name is different… different-ish, I guess.
There is no deeper meaning behind my middle name, just as there is no deeper meaning behind my first name. My uncle, my mother’s big brother, had the same name but that’s not exactly where my name came from. I’m a junior. I was named after my father. James is my middle name (you can see it in the URL of this page) as James is my father’s middle name.
I’m named after my dad. I am proud of that, even if it often made answering the phone annoying because once I hit puberty our voices were pretty much identical over the phone and people would think I was him when I answered and just start talking. Nope, you have the wrong Robert. Hold on a second while I get him…
⭐️ great story
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Did they call you Big Robert and Little Robert?
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No. No one has ever called me little. Even when I was little I was still bigger than everyone my age. Instead, he is Bob and I am Rob.
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Makes sense. My cousin Roy was always Little Roy. As far as I know, it never bothered him.
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