Scott

This post is titled Scott. Named after me. No I'm not being self centered when I named it Scott. But I can't believe I haven't done it yet, but let's talk about my name. Scott.


Obviously it comes from Scottish roots. There's no doubt about it. In fact I'd be shocked if it came from Spanish roots or something. But no its Scottish. Note, I am not Scottish, no one in my family is and although I can never truly be 100%  certain I highly doubt my ancestors were Scottish.


I'm Mexican. Born in America. I'm American.


I wish I could say there's so epic cool story behind my name. But...there isn't. My mom really liked the name Scott and the way it rolled off her crazy Mexican tongue (don't tell her I said that) and my dad was forced to accept her wishes because she was the one with the kid in her belly for 8 months (I was impatient and didn't stay in the whole 9 months) and hell if she wasn't going to name her firstborn whatever the hell she wanted.

I guess I'm glad because I could have been named some horribly stereotypical Mexican name like Tito or Pepe. Or even something horrible like Bendover. Bendover Tello....Get it? ....Whatever I thought it was funny. Anyways point being I'd rather be a Scott than a Bendover.


My name creates me and I recreate my name. Sure there's tons of Scotts. But how many of them are Mexican?

Sure there's tons of sassy, hilarious Mexicans but how many of them are named Scott? I love my name and embrace it.


My mom wanted me to stand out and be different. Break the stereotypes. And that's exactly what I try to do.
And one day when my dreams are fulfilled you'll all know that one Mexican named Scott. And think to yourself that's a hell of a guy, he's one of a kind.

Am I being hopeful? Yeah but why not?

It's who I am. I am Scott.