I've always hated my name. I remember when I was little getting on the bus and there like 3 other Samanthas besides myself. It just always sounded so plain to me.

But, that said, it's always been me, and I don't think I could ever get used to ever being called anything BUT that. It would feel like I was betraying myself or something. And name doesn't really make a difference in the long run... what ya make of it and all that jazz. =)

Besides, it could be worse. Be thankful you're not a guy with a name like Bob, Harry, Dick...