When I was two years old, I declared that I hated my name and suggested that my family and friends begin calling me "Mud" instead. For years, women who worked with my dad would see me in the office and tease me about it, and while I did eventually move on, I never fully accepted my name.
After Mud, I suggested "Red" as in the Fraggle from Fraggle Rock. Then I wanted to be either Ginger (a la Ginger Grant) or Tina (Tina Louise, the actress who played her) from Gilligan's Island. Somewhere along the way, there was a Brenda (Beverly Hills 90210!) and various other monickers that I tried on before I started fiddling with my actual name: Jessica.
For awhile, I went by Jessi-with-an-i. In high school, a friend started calling me Jess, instead, and that stuck. Now, I'm sometimes Jess and sometimes Jessy (thanks, ex-boyfriend), and I've published far too much writing to go through with the legal name change I'd always wanted as a kid. Besides, my mom would be sad.
That said, having a common name has always been my pet peeve. At work, for instance, I'm the only Jess in the office (though we have a Jean, Jill, and Jen, too), but I interact with quite a few bloggers named Jessica. Of course, my schools always had quite a few of them as well (even another Jessica D). Fortunately, I'm the only Jess in my group of friends, but who knows how long that will last?!
Are you a Jessica too?