Why do we accept the name assigned to us before we were born?
At maturity we should choose another. People try to adjust their given name: Margaret becomes Maggie, Marge Madge. Elizabeth morphs to Beth, Betty, Lissa, Liza, Elisa, Elspeth.
(Dan Pirarro www.bizarro.com)
But these are minor variations on the inherited moniker. Why not choose Pixie or Pyrgopolynices? Few people do. I always thought Boutros-Boutros was a nice first name.
Some cultures assign you a new name at maturity, such as Dances With Wolves. But that’s still not your own choice.
We name our pets Jingles, Boots, Spot, and the like. The pets don’t mind. Most will respond to their given name. We have the right of naming because we own the pet.
Do your parents own you? Are you the equivalent of a pet? If you are your own person, why not choose your own name?