Hey, for the guys questioning of their name came from somewhere weird, I've got a story for you. So when I was in middle school and still identified as a girl, I had started writing a book. I thought the main character was most like me, but over even just that school year I realized that Daniel, the grieving demon who'd lost everything and was looking for help in odd and desperate places, was the one who felt not just like someone I could empathize with, but he felt like me. (1/2)
(2/2) As I got older and started actually growing into my own, he started to feel like some sort of coping mechanism for not being able to be myself, even thigh I didn’t know I wasn’t. So recently after realizing that, even after legally changing my name to something I had chosen years ago under an abusive mother who expected consistency, I am now Danny instead of Ollie. Names are weird, guys. It’s okay to be weird.