I have an odd relationship with my name. I've never really felt like it suited me. It's a relentlessly orderly name. Consonant-vowel-consonant-vowel-consonant, with the consonants and vowels each in alphabetical order, and three short letters bookended by tall letters. Surrounded by Jennifer, Melissa, and Jessicas (those three names alone were 7% of the girls in my birth cohort), running around with a five-letter, two-syllable name seemed like just another way I didn't fit in.
I don't feel like a Janet - though, having met very few other Janets in my life, I don't quite know what the Janet archetype is. At the same time, it's the only name I'll respond to, even if it does make me nervous when people call me by name. I've had people try to call me Jan, and they can stop trying to make that happen because it doesn't even register that you're talking to me.
Ditto being called Harriett. People have remarked on me having two first names. Normally, I live by the rule of never remarking on a person's name because there is pretty much no chance that they have not heard whatever comment I first note (please, I beg of you, remember this any time you get an urge to make a RHPS comment in my direction, especially if involves a song title...seen it, loathe it). However, I had been married a couple of years before someone called my attention to the fact that my surname is also given as a first name. To this day, I often forget that, when giving my name to fronthumans for the bureaucracy, they'll interpret me leading with Harriett as me giving my first name.
Even though my name feels like I'm playing dress-up with someone else's clothes, I can't imagine writing under a different name.