The pony uneasily laughed at hearing the human's name. "Human names are so weird!"
"They mean stuff in the languages they came from before names became formalized, usually named after a person's occupation. Like someone named 'Schmidt' means 'Smith' and that person had ancestors who worked at a smith," the human explained.
"Oh, I guess they aren't so weird after all."
The human of undetermined gender scratched his and/or her head. "Why don't ponies have words that specifically mean names?"
The pony, whose gender was also left unspecified by the author because he's a lazy bastard, replied, "It makes our names special and they mean something and describes us."
"But that can be confusing. If I'm talking about, say, apples, I don't want people to think I have some creepy, fetishistic obsession with someone in the Apple family."
"Well, our naming systems have their upsides and downsides."
"Agreed," agreed the human. "It is best to not decide one is inherently superior. We are all people and we should all be friends, regardless of some small differences."
And then they fucked.