I was named after Ferdinand the president. It was my late grandfather’s idea; my parents were helpless about it.
Years later, I regretted such name because it means that, by default, people would call me Ferdie. But I learned how to put up with it, not be melodramatic about it and went on with life.
More years later, I realized I regretted the name only because it didn’t have another name preceding it such as Miguel, Joseph, or this best one yet, Franz.
Just imagine the possibilities if it did. People might call me Migz. Or Jose. Or Franz. Or Ranz. Or Anz. NZ. Z.
Or they might call me by the complete first name.
Franz Ferdinand sounds really awesome.
And it would be much more awesome if it were my actual name.