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My name is uncommon enough that whenever someone says “Cara” in my vicinity, I automatically assume that they are talking about me, and get terribly confused when the idea that they would be talking about me does not make sense, and take much longer than I think the average person does to realize “oh. I’m not the only person in the universe with my name! Other people have it, too!”

Of course, this could have very little to do with the common or uncommon nature of my name, and a lot more to do with my self-centeredness. But I feel like even if I was just incredibly self-absorbed, I’d have been forced to adjust a lot more appropriately had I been named, say, Jessica.