My uncle wanted my parents to name me Maurice, from The Joker (The Steve Miller Band song, not the over done Batman character).

My narcissist father never had any choice for his first (and only) son other than to name me after himself.

“I know I’m a con-man of a used car salesman wannabe-Yuppie, but I think I’m so fucking special that I need to create a legacy with my name.”

Who the fuck thinks like that?

My father wanted to name me Inigo. Unfortunately he passed shortly before my birth. On an unrelated note, do any of you have 6 fingers?

Andy, but they decided against it at the last minute. However, my dad’s brother and his pregnant wife really liked the name, and a few months later my cousin Andy was born.

My mom’s top choice was Theophilus. Which is a little odd because we’re not Greek, and a would have been ironic since it means “love of god” and I ended up an atheist.

Not the answer to your question, but my family had a tradition of passing the same name down for generations (think this is pretty common?). Every other person just ended up going by a nickname, but it was still sooo confusing. Always getting calls for someone else and having to explain that, yeah my name is “abc”, but I go by “xyz”. I felt a little guilty, but we did not pass that tradition on to our kids.

My parents bet on my and my sisters sex and whoever won got to choose. My father won both rounds or I would have been called Imre and my sister Inken

My older sister was supposed to get my name, but she was a she. It would have been fairly unique at her age. I came along five years later and got it at the height of its popularity, as a result there were three of us in my grade six class.

Funny enough Jesus cuz I wa almost born in a barn

Angelica and Olivia.

Jeremiah (was a bullfrog)

Little Dick.

pfffffftttt sorry I tried. Sigh.

I was too young to remember.

Susan

Jack

As an actual name by itself, not the typical John and then using Jack as a nickname for it.