My brother, step-brother and I have all gone through periods (at least once) where we didn’t like our names. Not for very long periods as in many months or years, but nor do I mean just one day you don’t like it and then the next day you are fine with it again. I also am not really getting at the grass is greener where you meet someone and really like their name and wish you had theirs.
I have always wondered if this was just a family trait or something circumstantial around our names. So I am curious if others have grown up with the same feelings at different times.