My name is Alec MacDonald, and I had people sing me the "Old MacDonald" song and ask me for discounted Happy Meals every single day for the first 12 years of my life.
It was about as pleasurable as you'd expect (if what you expect is the feeling of having people fart in your mouth every day).
That's why I can sympathize with this girl profiled on the popular Humans of New York Facebook page, who laments the struggle of being named Beyoncé.
Beyoncé, for any of you who live under a rock on the surface of one of Jupiter's moons, is a pop singer of some repute.
Being the new kid at school is terrible and scary and awkward.
But thankfully, the people of the Internet came to Beyoncé's aid and shared their own names in solidarity, many of which are so much worse.
I think we can all agree that the real enemies here are parents.
I'm looking at you Kanye and Kim. A daughter is not a direction pun.