I'm thankful my parents were sane enough (in that regard at least) that they gave me a normal name. Unfortunately, the name doesn't fit me. It's a class president/head cheerleader beauty queen type of name, and I was as far from those things as you could get.
A few years back I met a very beautiful blond woman -imagine Anne Coulter with about 25 more lbs on her- whose name was Edna. It made me feel better about my name.
I happen to like Edna, and Lydia for that matter...