This weekend, I met a friend of Claire's. She is suuuuuuuper sweet and fun and I loved her immediately. But she laid out a big fat Story Topper that left me bummed. I was all "La la la, I'm the most uniquely named chick in the world! I've never met a Pharon ever in my life, and I love it!"
Friend was all "Oh, my sister has a friend named Farrin." I was like "Yeah, but I'm a GIRL named Pharon." Wait for it... She's all "Yeah, so is my sister's friend."
Never in my life have I met a chick named Pharon. Oh sure, I've HEARD that they exist, but so do narwhals. I've just never seen one and I'm okay with that. This was actually the SECOND person who was all "I know a girl named Pharon" in like 3 months. The first person was arguably a stranger, so I let it go. But now there's a chance I will MEET said Pharon/Farrin. I am crushed.
In college, my friend Freda and I were at The Vine Bar in Iowa City. We were sitting there, drinking responsibly of course, and all of a sudden we hear, "PHARON, YOU ARE SUCH A &*%#&^(%@!!" Freda and I immediately spin around, ready for a fight. No one, in the HISTORY OF TIME, has ever said "Pharon" without referring to me. Turns out, on this particular night, the "Pharon" who was a &*%#&^(%@!! was actually a dude whose LAST name was Pharon.
That was close. "Let's just hope you never marry him", Freda said. Hilarious.
So this is why I was crushed to learn about a chick with my name. I thought I was a unicorn. A big, glittery, powerful thing that shoots rainbows out of my butt. Is this not true anymore?
I bet Farren hasn't had to do that. "Farrin" or "Farren" make sense. Phoenetic, feminine sense. "Pharon" is a mystery wrapped in a riddle wrapped in an enigma. Just like me.
Anyway, I wanted to get that off my chest because I've been in shock for about 4 days. Geo thinks I'm a crazy baby, and Claire was all "Dude, I totally get it." So, who's right?! What say you?