Pretty much everyone I know calls me Andy and has been doing so for awhile. The notable exception is anyone from my family, who has always known me as Andrew.

It’s strange then, for me, when friends call me Andrew or relatives call me Andy, since it just doesn’t sound right when they say that. It almost is a little off-putting since Andrew has a more authoritative sound to it, making it seem as though I’m either in trouble or expected to follow instructions. Because of that, I don’t really care for that name except from the exceptions noted above.

At the same time, I find it strange when relatives call me Andy, as though they’re trying to be all buddy-buddy when it’s not necessary. It’s not that I really care strongly either way, but like I said before, it just resonates oddly.