Musings on Nicknames
Let’s see, what theme should I abide by. I’ll go by the random thought that popped into my head today.
A great solution and great summation of how my mind works these days: paving through chaos by giving in. Chaos being the arbitrary thoughts I have and giving it organizational control by way of having it decide my topic.
I usually get a delicious thrill when you pass that imaginary line with a newfound friend and BOOM.
You’ve just been given the pleasure of having your name either made a creative diminutive (Sonia–>Sonz) or into some mutually absurd inside joke. It’s a delight!
It’s so endearing and such an underrated rite of passage.
As with all such intimate delicacies (where do I even come up with this phrasing??), I feel like it would be difficult and rather sinful to try to be insincere about it.
I feel like nicknaming someone stems from a genuine like for the other. A “cuteness” that you make tangible with a title.
And though the “bros” (or stereotypical macho guys) try to hide it, I know beyond that charade & bravado of catcalling one another’s surnames (i.e. “Hey, Wachowski, get over here!) lies an unshakable bromance.
Ciao for now.