My mother named all of my siblings, and myself, after her favorite lead singers and artists.
I was named after the lead singer of a famous Mexican boy band. When I found out this fact, I started hating my name, and the irony of it is one of my favorite songs of all time was written by said boy band. I don't hate my name any longer, but it's an obscure one for my race.
i'm poor as shit, but i bought a lifesize dancing santa. at a hundred bucks, though, it was a total steal. it was also the only one left in the store. my family thought i was crazy, but considering the fact that i been depressed as hell and i had worked my ass double hard that month, i thought i earned the damn thing. i love my giant santa. he brought me christmas joy.
I feel this way about my giant Maleficent dragon plush. It was sitting in a comic book store and the moment I saw it, I knew I had to buy it... except it took me nearly three months to save up for it thanks to a shit-ton of bills and its $230 price tag. I was grateful that no one had bought it during those three months because it's definitely a head-turner, though my family and friends still question the purchase.
It's like a freakin' trophy and proof of my hard work and scraping by. The fact that it's a dragon is a huge plus.
And I hate that I cuddled with it that one night. lmao