Names are complicated things. For some, it is a gift of duty kept regardless of desire. For others, it is a treasure, a relic of affection and love.
For me, it’s a label of convenience. Call me what you will. I could make suggestions, but in the end, it is your memory that will make the final decision.
Personal information? Well. I have been alive more than three decades. I live in the United States with a spouse and two cats. We are not rich, but there is a roof over our heads and food on our plates. And, obviously, internet in our residence. (Well, perhaps not so obviously. I could be writing from a library.)
I will always have my doubts that much good can come of self-disclosure. Please humor my cynicism. It comes from experience.