I was given an old lady name in the 1970s.
I was named after my grandmother who was born at the turn of last century.
My parents really deliberated about it. They have me a simple middle name (my other grandmother’s name, but much less ‘out there’ in the 70s), on the basis that if I hated my given name that much, I could always opt for my middle name.
Just after I was born, as my Dad later told me, the obituaries starting filling up with old ladies with my name, dying.
They really worried that they’d made a terrible mistake ‘saddling’ me with this name.
I never met another soul with my name. I did get teased for it quite a lot - but very noticeably by adults, not other kids. I was never, ever able to buy plastic tat with my name on it, because nobody else was called it!
25 years later, and you couldn’t move for babies being given my name, and it’s several variations. It became so popular as to be over-used, and in another generation it will sound ‘dated’, and in another couple of generations, it will be an ‘old lady’ name again.
I’m not going to say what my name is, but think ‘necessary on the bike’ (what I got asked by pretty much every adult I was introduced to, growing up 🙄).
The point is, most names are cyclical, going in and out of fashion.
I must admit, while I didn’t like my name growing up, I grew to love it. And I really like having a name that’s current as an adult (as opposed to being one of many of my generation’s Jennifers, Nicoles, Sarahs, Karens, Michelles, etc, etc - no offence to owners of those names, they’re nice, just plentiful!).
This is a long-winded way of saying - don’t worry too much about it, OP. 