Apparently in my birth year mine was the seventh most common girl’s name. According to Facebook, that is, so I don’t know how accurate that statistic is.
Anyway, I haven’t met that many other Jennies in my life – I’m going to assume that’s the grammatically correct plural of ‘Jenny’ – but whenever I do, it’s weird. It feels like, you have the same name as me so I really ought to like you because you have the same name as me and surely that makes us similar in some way so we should get along, and actually you realise very quickly that there is no reason why another Jenny should be any more like you than any Lucy, Rosie or Hannah, or any more likely to be your new best friend.
It’s a stupid thought to even think, too – it’s like saying, oh, you’re a Leo too? Then we must be similar. Which is ridiculous.
In fact, actually, having anything specific in common with another person doesn’t necessarily mean that there’s a great friendship there. In the case of hobbies or degrees or whatever, a few good conversations maybe. But actually a lot of my closest friends don’t necessarily share many of those basic facts in common with me at all, and even where they do that’s not necessarily what we talk about, almost ever.
And when you think of friend A, and how they would really get on with friend B, can you ever really put your finger on just precisely why you really ought to introduce them to one another, and why, when you do, they just click?