I never really identified with my given names. They meant nothing to me as they seemed to not fit me at all. I never sought to change them because while some others might have been an improvement, I never identified any that came close to capturing the “me” I knew.
Fortunately, no others in my circle of acquaintance had the same first name, so while it meant little to me, it did not seem to refer to anything distinctively “not me” either.
I felt unique growing up and my name was inadequate but not problematic. I never felt that the name dictated how I should behave but I never much felt like I fit in with people my own age.
I later discovered as do most children in the top 0.01 percent of the IQ scale, that I was quite unlike most others. What amused or entertained my peers for hours help little interest for me after a few minutes. It did not help that I was totally ungifted as an athlete.
I have never had many friends, not because I lacked social skills, but because my interests and favourite topics of conversation meant little to my peers. Most of my friends were the most intelligent of my parents friends.
So my name did not work for me and neither did my age. I modelled my behaviour after outstanding adults whom I admired. That did not help me fit in with my peers. Eventually I learned that such a goal made no sense for me and I became comfortable with that.