I’ve only ever heard it with a soft G. The diminuitive is Jill.
A former very good friend of mine is with the hard G, though. I’ve never personally met anyone with the soft G, and only know of it through the actress Gillian Anderson, so I really had no idea which was the more popular form. You never know. 
My name is David so I get more disconcerted when there isn’t somebody with the ssame name.
My name is fairly uncommon. I don’t run into people with it often, though for a short time, I lived in a building with three or four of us there. In person, it doesn’t bother me at all but, as I was reminded the other day, I feel weird when some television character gets called by my name. I just don’t expect it and then my name is mentioned. It causes me to mentally step on the brakes for a moment.
I’ve only ever met one person who shared my name AND gender. I thought it was interesting and cool, not weird. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have a really common name.
Wow. I have nevah heard it that way.
Indeed!
Soft G. The substitute teachers reading the attendance lists in class always got it wrong, though.
Also, hi there! hugs
Yep. And all those jokes about “Gilligan’s Island” …
Well hello there yourself! hugs I can pretty much guarantee I will never forget your name now!
Your name is very pretty, but I’m a bit disappointed that I don’t get to thumb my nose at NinetyWt now.
Not at all uncomfortable with someone with the same first name. In fact, I’ve noticed that I usually feel a bit biased toward the person.
My first name is Jim. I was never bothered by the fact that it’s a common name. In college I was friends with two other Jims. We had a standing joke about it. Whenever the three of us met, each of us would say “Hi, Jim!” to the two others, so there six repetitions of the exact same greeting. Simple humor for simple folks.
Aw honey, go ahead if you feel like it.
I’ll just go around telling everyone that you’re Chris Rock. 
d&r
That’s IT! You’re on my list!
I’m 40, and it was only last year that I finally met someone with my same first name. She was 30ish and it was the first time she’d ever met anybody with the same first name too. It was pretty cool.
I have a somewhat related problem; people who share my nickname, “Bert”. When I grew up in small town Eastern Washington, it was used pretty much to the exclusion of my birth name. It even appears on my high school transcripts. I stopped using it in college due to identification problems, so anyone who calls me “Bert” must know me from my youth. Anytime I hear someone call “Bert” in my current hometown (Tacoma) I swivel around because I think an old friend must have found me and I’m always dissapointed.
Alex, is that you?
I have an uncommon first name, and I’m mostly delighted to find someone who shares it. Nearly always, they spell it differently. Just two weeks ago, though, a clerk at a clothing store had the same name, spelled correctly. We were both tickled. If I recall the SS name registry correctly, the name peaked in popularity the year it was given to me (in the high five hundreds).
I’m a Chris as well. I’m fine with that, even though I’m male and named after an AUNT Chris. And had an older sister who died in infancy also named Chris. I’m fine with that as well.
The problem is that my brother’s girlfriend is named Chris. And he and she send each other text messages constantly. Some of which have been sent to me by mistake.
Getting dirty text messages from your own brother is the definition of “skeeved”. I’ve received messages that begin “Darling, I loved it this morning when you…” and thinking “I did NOT!”
Generally, I don’t like people using my name more than necessary. When I go to trade shows, I tend to clip my badge to my belt on the side to keep all these Dale Carnegie graduates from reading my name and constantly using it. Hey, I just met you. We’re not friends. You’re a booth critter, I’m a prospect. Let’s keep this impersonal.
True story: Once, at a trade show in Orlando, I was waiting in line at Walt Disney World. Many of the people still had our badges from the show on. I looked at the badge of the person in line before me. She had the same name, job title and city on her badge. We could have traded badges. The most unusual and unlikely thing I’ve had happen to me yet.
I’ve met two other Kylas in my life and all of us found it very disconcerting. It’s a very unusual name and when I met the first of the two, it was the first time either of us had ever met a Kyla, and we agreed that it was very weird. And confusing - this was in college, I had snagged the kyla@schoolname.edu and I often got email meant for her.
Feels funny if the other person goes by Bob. Not surprise given my username here, but I’d say 3/4ths of my life I spent as Bob. Then I met my spouse-to-be (now spouse) who called me by my true name “Robert” because that’s what they put on my nameplate at work. I never bothered to “correct” her. So my stepdaughter-to-be also called (calls) me Robert. Systematically people in my life have started calling me Robert now, and I sort of yearn for the Bob days. But heck, there are worse things in life.