My name is Rachel, as was every other damn girl in my high school class. I literally had one math class that was ⅓ Rachels. 4 out of 12 students in the class were Rachels. It got to the point where I basically conditioned myself not to respond to my name because most of the time when I heard “Rachel” being said in the hallway they were calling to someone besides me.
So for a long time I craved to have a more “interesting” name. There are a few more unique girls’ names that I like: Indigo and June, to name a couple that come to mind immediately.
It’s funny though, as an adult I don’t know NEARLY as many Rachels. I am the only Rachel at my workplace. Maybe it was a regional thing? It’s a biblical name and my hometown was a pretty religious area. Anyway, I’m not as cranky about it anymore because of that.
I still like being called Ray as a shortening of my name because it’s cute and brings to mind sunshine. Nobody actually calls me it, though.