I’ve never had a nickname. Never in my life. None related to my name or surname. Non related to things I used to do. And I was perfectly happy with not having any. Until I dyed my hair red back in 2008. One of my friends had come up with a name… CARROT! Carrot, can you imagine? In Russian it sounds “morkov” (with soft v). Variations came along: morkovushka (like adding “y” to the name to make it sound softer), morkovcha and the most famous of all – morkover. Everybody loved it, even my parents did! People seemed to have forgotten my real name and so did I after some time.
I had my school graduation in 2011 and when I performed on stage every single one of my friends in the audience shouted from the top of their lungs: “MORKOV’ (CARROT) WE LOVE YOU!!!”. It happened that my 18th birthday was next day. When I came home my whole room was covered with pieces of carrot bags saying “fresh and cool carrot”. That was my mom’s joke which I found pretty hilarious even though it was me who had to clean up the whole place. Tons of baby food with carrot taste followed as gifts that day, but the most amazing one was this T-Shirt my friends made for me. Isn’t it awesome?
And this is what it says on the back. All of those random images are nicknames of my friends and here's me, the queen of all of them in my morkover mobile bringing fresh vegetables to people.
Time has gone by, in fall 2011 I moved to Saint-Petersburg to study in uni and there was no one who knew about my nickname, so I got used to hearing my real name again. But whenever I come home people still call me carrot… I guess being called one is a definition of being around people who love me (:
@missy @rambo @lyxzen
