If my name was Maxx, I’d want it to be spelled like that, with the second “x.” Then, if I met someone with the same name, say if somebody said, “Hey, Maxx, his name is Max too,”–as people do sometimes, with any manner of name–I could say, “How many “x”s you got?” If he only had one, I would always have that over him. It would be a mental thing, and if we competed against each other it would give me an edge.
If he did, however, happen to have two, it would still be a tie, and the two of us could go off into the world in search of all of those other guys who didn’t have the extra consonant. When we’d find them, we’d ask them if they wanted to play ping pong or something.
On the very off chance that he had three “x”s, that wouldn’t even be of concern to me. I mean, really, he might have more “x”s, but you gotta know how weird that would be.
So, I guess I’m glad I have a name that everybody spells the same.