My name is Gumbilamurkhilan Stumbojikupurpiskutulashatambilashutrak.
This name was given to me after my parents were heavily drunk at the night club, so they picked this monstrosity as my name. Even after they became sober, they never took the initiative to change my name. So I was left having to live life with such a name. I never hated it a lot, as it was a part of my identity. But I felt like everyone was distancing themselves from me for my name. My family would just call me stumbo, but I never liked the nickname because it sounded like the word "stupid".
As you can expect, I was bullied a lot due to my name. But I kept going with it, bearing the unimaginable pain that was given to me. I kept bearing the pain until it felt normal. Until one day, something unimaginable happened.
At the time of the incident, I was in high school.
One day during recess, three boys approached me with menacing looks on their faces. I asked them why they were here, but they did not reply and kept staring at me. I was starting to get freaked out, until one of them pinned me against a wall and punched me to my gut as hard as they could, and it hurt so much that my mind went numb for a bit. Then he pulled my hair while another person took a photo.
Another one of them kicked me in my lower shin, causing immense pain. I yelled at them to stop, but they did not. They kept torturing me for a whole 40 minutes until a teacher found out. They were only given 3 weeks of suspension even though they scarred me for life. The world is an unfair place, those who fight back get punished, while those who do the bullying have their names hidden in the shadows. All this happened just because humans hated my name. How far will someone go just because of what something is called?
It's been one week since that incident. I am still traumatized about what happened. But now, I am really starting to hate my name. I wish I could change it and all people would stop hating me as a person just because of my name. People liked who I was, but the instant they learnt my name, they despised it like how one hates clawing on the chalkboard. I still wonder if changing my name would fix everything. Maybe it's time I finally do something about it.