Though a person's name may not be as outlandish as "Methamphetamine Rules"
a name must get one through life, I was born, one of three brothers, Peter, Ian, and  Kym (me)
KYM! a girl's name I was sure, and so was most everyone else.
Except my parents of course, they went to great lengths to
explain to me that, Kym (with a y) was the boy's way,
of spelling it. And Kim (with an i) was the girl's way.
(Try explaining that to would be friends at a very young age.)
Nonetheless, my parents explained, Kim was short for Kimberly (a girl's name)

while Kym in different languages meant many different things. (maybe I was part Indian) and it meant "RUNNING fast" or "CROUCHING low"

You know, like RUNNING bear, CROUCHING tiger, and the such.

In all honesty, like Johny Cashe's song (A Boy Named Sue) I did and have come to terms with my name, and now, I walk the line.