Okay, I will play. I have been avoiding this thread because my name has always been an issue with me. I am Ann, such a simple name. And full of grace, I ain't.

I was suppose to be named Ruth (and I am so glad I was not), but I guess someone objected to the name.

But why I hate my name has to do with my parents own hate of their names. They both have incredibly complicated names (they would KILL me if I divulged them) but they are poetic, in my mind. They so hated their names, that they gave us simple names.

C'est le vie!
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