What's In A Name?

While working at the polls last Election Day, I realized something that might actually fix what's wrong in my life. No, it's not my gender -- I actually welcome sitting down to pee. Rather, it's my name. 

What happened was this. A woman came in to vote and identified herself as, "Lynda Doyle. Lynda with a Y." (Like there was gonna be a Linda Doyle, Linda with an I, coming in to vote after her? Whatever, it made me realize that she felt her name was special enough to mention its spelling. Maybe I should do that and feel more special too.

My name is Andrea. It's ordinary, although not all that common -- for example, there's never been a Hurricane Andrea. Anyway, it reeks of yesterday when names were normal and not just a bunch of letters strung together. But hey -- I want to be with it, now and somewhat funky, despite being as old as the hills. 

Just yesterday I got a funky, spiky haircut suitable for a teenager. So my name should reflect who I am, which is a young person trapped in an old person's body. To that end, I'm testing out the following: 

'Nd-raya, Awndray'A, Raya, Rea, A+Ndrea An/Dreee'A, and Rhoda.

I think Rhoda Rouda has a nice ring to it.  Anyway, hopefully someone reading this will weigh in.