My name is nothing special.  My parents didn't pick it because of some divine reason; they picked it simply because, in my huge extended family, nobody else is named Kevin.  Kevin is like the Wednesday of names. Kevin is as boring as a rock. Kevin is bland, like oatmeal. Kevin is like water, it has no taste.

Kevin is as boring as it gets.  My parents thought it was unique because they nobody in my family was named Kevin.  Little did they know, there was a reason for this. Nobody was named Kevin because Kevin is as boring as it gets.  

Boring can have stories though.  Not my own, of course. There are many myths and legends people think of when the name Kevin is said.  Most people would think of Kevin from The Office. He is not very bright. He drinks chunky milk from the office refrigerator.  Holly even thinks he is mentally challenged. Nobody thinks very highly of him, but he is still there. Not because he is important, but because nobody can bring themselves to fire him (except Dwight).

The stories are not always of blissful ignorance.  Some are of stupidity. If someone were to mention the name Kevin to someone on Reddit, they might think of one of the most infamous threads of all time.  Legend has it there was once a boy, in 9th grade, who was so incredibly stupid, he ate a full 24 pack of crayons. Nobody knows how he got them.

The name Kevin to most people means ignorant, not very bright, or even straight stupidity.  To me, it is none of these things. It is just, simply put, boring. Kevin is as boring as a rock.  But some rocks can be so beautifully boring, you forget the boring. I wouldn't have it any other way.