Nicknames are funny are they not? I know some folks may disagree. Whether you agree or disagree, the fact that remains is that you yourself has a nickname or two or three or more. There is no escaping it. It is almost like a rite of passage.
I have two nicknames that I am not too fond of, but I have come to accept them. Why? Because my kinfolks hardly ever call me by my first name. Go figure. “Lil Bit” and “Meany” is what I am called and I cannot stand the latter one. I am called “Lil Bit” first and foremost because I am considered the runt in my family due to my small frame. I got the nickname “Meany” from my Maternal Grandfather because he said I was mean and always meant what I said.
I really do not care to be called “Meany” because I am honestly not a mean person. I do however always mean what I say. To me, there is a difference. Nevertheless, at the end of the day, a nickname is just that, a nickname. That does not always mean that the nickname given to you is true. Family. Don’t you just love ’em? I wouldn’t trade mine for nothing in the world.
Until next time…