For me, throughout youth, I've been vocally called numerous different nick-name versions of my name - and other names unrelated. I am not certain how a name can be pretentious because others give (&/or assign) names - and also assign or maintain meanings. Throughout life, I've used numerous forms of my name - because others gave various nick-names to me.
While in the later portions of elementary school, my mother carpooled rides to catechism with or for a parent's (child) who lived around the block. Her name is
Bobbie. We attended different elementary schools. We only really saw each other while riding to catechism. We were teased a little, sure, but not much. I guess she spelled her name
Bobbie - which is how I did, because a few years prior, I was reprimanded for penmanship - that while writing
Bobby, the tail of the letter 'y' would convolute the line beneath it. I do not believe that anyone from catechism knew how I spelled my name (which would not be constant anyway) - or how many fellow students in elementary school knew. I'll admit however, that she would be the first girl I knew by the name of
Bobbie. I'd already "had" a female catechism teacher by the name of
Mike - or at least this is the name she asked that we call her. I do not know whether her real or legal name is
Mike,
Michael, or some other form.
I had an aunt on my father's side of the family that would call me
Winnie - due to my fondness for my mother's "Pooh-Bear" gift to me; the paternal aunt who called me this was not in any way affectionate but harsh - and a visceral pincher of my cheek - who'd then poke fun at me because my cheek turned red at the point of contact, as though I should have been grateful for imposing such a brutal forms of affection against my impressions of self.
I've had numerous nick-names - some were not at all related with my name--though many were. I am uncertain how any name-- given name or pet-name--given or assigned given by others, can be thought pretentious.
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