I share a name with a popular Disney character

I was born a little over a year after the favorite marine creature of the favorite man of the world caused a sensation in the cinemas of the United States. Yes, my name is Ariel, but I was not appointed according to Disney character.

My mother frequently said that she and my father “missed the 80s” because they were both completely overwhelmed by their studies, you can therefore assume in complete safety that they were disconnected from any form of popular culture. The true story of the way they chose my name is quite banal: they saw it in a Baby name list And thought it was pretty and just a little different, and now I’m here.

THE Sea song siren And I don’t have much in common; We both have blue eyes, and I like karaoke, so we both sing, in a way. But that’s about it. However, this does not prevent the comparison from coming regularly when I meet new people.

I understand a lot

Whenever I meet someone new, I am most often asked: “Ariel, like the siren?” The exterior I smile, while rolling my eyes internally. “Yes, exactly”, I answer kindly.

But, if I am honest, there are so many distinctions between me and the siren. Difference number one, and it’s a big one, I don’t like swimming. I like to go into the water, but swimming is not for me. I’m just grateful not to have to go to a power of power witch To put my legs and live on earth. Chance of the lottery, I suppose.

Difference number two: I am allergic to fish. Try not to laugh at irony. Or laugh is a bit funny. When I was little, I didn’t like the fish, but when I was a teenager, I decided to give it another whirlwind. My mom, who loves sardines, salmon and apparently everything that swims, was only too happy to prepare with enthusiasm something with cod or salmon or similar, perfectly ignoring the chaos that would follow. Shortly after my first bite, everything above my neck itching. My eyes, nose, ears, mouth, throat – all that. My lips and my tongue have also swollen. We have programmed an allergen test, and that’s all. I officially had an allergy. So unfortunately, good old Wade is fundamentally a biohazard for me.

If it’s not one thing, it’s another

My name is associated with more than a simple fictitious marine creature. One of Uranus moons is called Ariel, just like the spirit of “The Tempst” by Shakespeare. There is even an archangel named Ariel. However, I’m not going to talk about it. It would be too glorious to be associated with such etherealism.

Since he moved to France eight years ago, my name has taken a new special connotation: detergent to detergent. Ariel detergentThe international soapy cousin of Tide and Gain, is a popular brand sold in many countries outside the United States.

In case you are wondering if I find myself in the open, and that it would indeed be more appropriate to associate me with the Ariels of another world above, know that one day an old partner returned to my house with a bottle of detergent with Ariel laundry and announced with pleasure: “You were on sale!”

I really like my name

All this said, I like my name and I don’t think I belong to the sales section. Like my parents, I think my name is pretty, and simply different without being too bizarre, which seems suitable to me.

While my parents have opted for names that share an initial with their grandparents for my sister and I, my name is also a nod to my family past, which preserves a significant link. And if I take an “aerial” view (sorry, I couldn’t help it), or a step back, being associated with cleanliness and a princess is not the worst thing that could happen.