In Quebec, where I grew up, it was common to ask when meeting someone for the first time:  "how are you called?"  Somehow that feels seems more "real"  to me.  After all, a name is given by someone else; what I "call myself" expresses the essence of who I understand myself to be.  But it matters - just look at all the Baby Name books that are out there!
    It must make a differnce because I used my spouse's name for a while but shed it because it "didn't fit me".   I have friends who call ...
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