I hate my name. It's a stupid, horrible name.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I hate ridiculous names; my weird name has haunted me all my life.
I am terrible with people's names.
It's one of the hardest things in life - choosing your own name.
I was named for my grandmother. It's an evil-eye name, to protect you from bad things.
I don't like names that are clever or made-up sounding.
That's my name. I know it's difficult, and it's not pretty, but it's my name.
I can't believe that people actually know my first and last name. I think it's really, really, gosh-darn neat.
I don't even correct people when they mispronounce my name now.
I think it would be impossible if you had a name like mine not to get a little flack for it.
I never wanted to give up my given name. I'm proud of it, but the only problem was that no one remembered it. It was just a little too awkward, and they mispronounced it so frequently.