I have always hated my first name.
It has nothing to do with my parents, who named me (thanks, guys), and I guess my distaste for my name wasn’t always there because when I was kid growing up in Puerto Rico and the Bronx, Paul Simon sang about how he would hang out with me by the schoolyard and Mexican Julio César Chávez was beginning one of the greatest boxing careers ever.
So I guess, if I can really remember, being a Julio used to be cool in the 70s and early 80s. So I do thank my parents for that.