Perhaps you are a fortunate person, who although oblivious as a baby, grew up to realize that you have a most unique name. You were the only -insert name here- in your neighbourhood.
I am not one of those. Although I love my name, and wouldn't change it to anything else (except for Kathleen... I really, really love the name Kathleen) it was and continues to be VERY popular. When I was little, I was in a big homeschooling group, and there were three other girls named Sarah in my age group. It got frustrating sometimes to be in a crowd, and hear someone calling "SARAH, SARAH!" only to look around and see that someone was not calling for you. It can give you a complex.
Well, I'm reliving some of those memories now. At work, a new girl was hired (to replace Mr Whiny) and her name is Sarah.
Dear old Bob thought it was a real hoot. He calls me Sarah 1, and the other girl is Sarah 2. I don't think he'll ever let it go, either.
The problem is, she's really good, so I don't want her to quit or be fired. But I really, really hate it that she has my name. It's MY name, darnit! It is giving me a complex. Every time Wayne says "Sarah, can you go do this" I think it's me, and where before it was always me, now it's sometimes that other Sarah! Bah.
If only I were lucky, and had a name like Adeena.