Got an email from a former colleague today who said they'd appreciated my "nifty emails" while I was travelling. At first I thought nothing of it, but now I've dwelled on it, stewed over it and mulled the thought, I think I'm offended!
Nifty? moi? I thought I was fun, exciting, interesting, edgy. OK maybe a little unstable at times, unfriendly, judgemental, still wearing black in a way that COULD be construed as emo... but nifty? Nifty is naff.
Doesn't help it was from someone I always quite admired. You know those people who you kinda think 'if only I were a little more *insert positive characteristic you lack here* I would be JUST like them, and just as *insert notion of success*. And now to realise they just think I'm a bit of a nigel. Quite depressing!
This is the sort of thing that I could really rake over until it gives me a complex. Nifty? I mean... NIFTY? Freakin' hell.
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My dear. I COMPLETELY understand. However, email is such a throwaway sort of communication these days, i'm sure said person probably meant a whole lot more than 'nifty' it was just the first word that came to mind. Look at how many spelling errors exist in emails. They are the literary equivalent of tracksuit pants, no none really cares what they look like.
(Someone called me 'adorable' once. And from him i wanted any of hot/sexy/worth-leaving-my-partner-for/irrisistible. But 'adorable'. Teddy bears are adorable. I got over him that instant.)
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