Just to be fair, I have a bad memory for names. How bad? I was in my 20s the first time I accidentally called my brother by my name. Happened maybe twice since (far less than once every decade). Granted they share the last two letters, half their length, but that’s worse than: “No, your other left!”
But I’m not a narcissist. Pretty far from it.
Barry is.
Fair enough, but did you ever call yourself your brother’s name? If not, my point stands,