I didn't like my name (Patricia), and didn't feel comfortable with it until sometime in high school, I think. Actually, I didn't feel a connection with any of my names because I felt they weren't really mine. Patricia is my maternal grandmother's name, Jean in also my mother's middle name (which I'll probably pass down, too), and then, of course, my last name was may father's. Sometime when I was a teenager I decided that I had made the name my own, and I love my name now.
Patricia is nice because there were hardly any "Patricias" in my classes through school. My twin sister is named Erin, and there were always a few of those around (she wasn't named after anybody, though!). However, I couldn't write my name out fast enough, so I shortened it to "Pat" just to make it easier on myself, even though I hated that name. Unfortunately it stuck throughout elementary school, and sometimes people still call me it. "Pat" always reminds me of some fat german nurse; I really have no idea why; it's just a short and ugly name, um, no offense to any Pats out there; my grandmother goes by "Pat". I managed to get people to call me by Patricia or Tricia after elementary school, so that was good. I equally like being called Patricia, Tricia, or Trish (though no one caalls me that). I can't stand it when people spell Tricia "Trisha", though.
Some people will just call me "Pat" when I tell them my name. I hate that, but I don't correct them if I'll never speak to them again, and I've found that most people who just insist on calling me "Pat" will not stop even if I have corrected them three times. Usually if this is the case, I'll just let them call me that since it's a losing battle, but it helps if I really like them. My maternal grandfather calls me Patty, which I like, but he is the ONLY one allowed to call me that, because otherwise I hate it (but it's better than Pat).
When my sister and I were born one of us was supposed to be a boy (oops!), so they had male names picked out, too. I would've been Peter Robin (Jeez, thank god I wasn't! They both liked the "Peter Rabbit" stories. And Robin may have also come from the Boy Wonder.), and my sister would have been Kevin Patrick, which also would have been the name used if there were a boy and a girl. Kevin is my dad's first name, but his middle name was always the one used, even when he was a baby, so I don't know if it or Patrick would have been used. I hope my paternal grandmother was never miffed about neither of being named after her, since, technically I was named after my maternal grandmother, but she had such awful names (Sorry, Grandma (RIP)!)! Thelma Ernestine, for god's sake!
EDIT: I found something my Mom wrote on this subject on Yahoo! Answers:
"My dear departed mother in law was named "Thelma Ernestine". When I named my twin daughters, I named one of them after my mother "Patricia". My mother in law begged me not to pass on her name cause she hated it all her life and didn't want her grandchild to be stuck with it. Now that is love."
Aww, I love you, Grandma!