I’m Michael, nice to meet you!
My first name actually contains no significance whatsoever except for the fact that my parents liked it. They didn’t like it as much as Catherine but, unfortunately for them, I wasn’t born female.
Michael comes from the Hebrew: מִיכָאֵל / מיכאל (Mīkhāʼēl, pronounced [miχaˈʔel]), derived from the question מי כאל mī kāʼēl, meaning “Who is like God?”
Even my name is a question.
I have a twin brother and our middle names are actually derivations of our parents’ first names. While the number of letters in both his first and middle names combined don’t even total double figures, I got Michael Christopher. Not only is that 18 letters, but as a child at school when you’re asked to write your name and I’ve got a two lots of “ch”, an “ae” and a “ph”… That just felt unfair!
Would I change it? Probably not. Sometimes the anonymity sounds nice, but Michael is what people call me.
Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can’t deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die
The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name
You Know My Name by Chris Cornell