"What's in a name?"

Juliet was wrong.  I mean, I know she was tormented by her love (lust) for Romeo.  But there is way too much connected to a name to cast off so willingly.

I think that I realized just how much is connected with a name when discussing baby names with my roommate.  First off, I could never name my (future) child a name of someone that I know and do not particularly care for.  That seems to be a common idea.  Secondly, apparently half-Asian children cannot be called "Karl." That seems to be only one person's idea.  Thirdly, one must think about nicknames.  For example, I might like the name William but not of the nickname "Willy" or "Billy."  My own mother did not like others calling me "Katie."  And finally, the meaning of  a name is troublesome to me.  What if I like a name but the meaning is ridiculous?  How on Earth do people decide what to name their children?!

This whole idea unnerves me.  Perhaps I will just pull a name out of a hat.  Or flip through a book at an unusally quick pace and wherever my finger lands...name.