Just thinking about..

when I absolutely hated my name? It was the worst. The dialogue of when I introduced myself to new people went a little bit like this:

Me: Hi, my name is Sasha.
Random Person: That's my dogs name!

or..

Me: Hey, I'm Sasha.
Random Person: You're Russian?..I thought that was a boys name.

My entire childhood was me trying to get people to call me Alex. Because Alex somehow translates to Sasha in Russian. How? I wouldn't know.

Then there was that time when I tried to get people to call me Cam. My last name is Camacho. I think you can figure the rest out.. What the fuck was up with me. Fucking crazy identity crisis!