A Nickname, You Say?
Nicknames are special. Not everybody gets one. It is not something you can buy or order. It is awarded to you like a medal or a dunce cap and the more you try to get rid of it, the longer it will linger. When you get a nickname, you have no choice. You will be stuck with it for as long as the people around you find it appealing, be that straight to your face or behind your back.I’m not talking about pet names that lovers call each other or shortened versions of your name. When Kimberley and William shorten their names to Kim and Will (or Bill), they don’t have nicknames. It is merely shortened versions of their real names.
A nickname can be given to you by your friends, family, enemies, colleagues, juniors at work, seniors at work, students, or just about anybody else. It can be inspired by affection, admiration, respect, contempt, of just plain mockery. It captures something about your person that people identify with you. It could be a sexy butt, facial feature like large ears, or something in your mannerism, even something about your character or occupation.
I had nicknames all my life. My parents called me Tawsi (whatever it may mean) and it lasted well into primary school until somebody named me Sywurm (Silkworm) which lasted until the first day of high school when one of the seniors discovered that my first and last names sound like Polar Bear. It stuck. There I sat, an Afrikaans speaking boy in an Afrikaans medium school, sporting an English nickname.
But the name evolved somewhat over the next five years. Midway through high school, I was simply ‘Die Beer’ (The Bear) which raised some eyebrows. As the youngest boy in the grade, I was not counted among the heavyweights. By the time I reached my final year, the name was refined to a more appropriate ‘Beertjie’ (small/baby bear).
Then, after I left school, ‘Catfoot’ was born. How that came about is another story. Today, 43 years later, the name is still with me; so deeply entrenched that people who have visited me at my home, who know my address and phone number, do not know my real name. I have received many a Christmas card addressed simply to ‘Katvoet’.
Of course, the real form of my nickname is the Afrikaans ‘Katvoet’ but Cat, Cattie, Kat, and Katjie are used also used from time to time. I still find it amusing that people who have known me for many years can come to me, very embarrassed, to ask my real name. Such action usually precedes a formal invitation to a wedding reception or an anniversary of some sort.
So, if you have a nickname, treasure it. It is a part of you, even if you don’t like it.
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Have a great day out there, will you? And don't be shy of your nickname.
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I've been dubbed Thandi by some of my colleagues. Blondie by others, then I also have to live with Maks, Makkelaks and Makeshni (the last one has a plausible explanation
There are a few others that cannot be mentioned here
Nick name, eh? Hmmm.. I have several.. given by my dad, my mom, my siblings, my best friends in high school, my best friends in university, my office coleagues, my boss, and ofcourse my special men..
But..
I ain't gonna tell no body my nick names..
This Is True!......
I myself! Have never had but one nickname in my life. And this name were giving to me by my family only. Nothing in school. Nor in the neighbor, College. Nor either on the job.
But! That's okay.
Imma Be Alright!
I also had an unspeakable nickname for a short while. Mercifully it did not stick around for long. Some student tried to tag me with a name but he soon found himself alone and gave it up. I did not think it was worth mentioning but I just had a call from BeaPatient (the baby sister of an old friend) reminding me of it. I suppose she will still give her penny's worth regarding that matter as well. Talk about busy bodies!
Remember, those that men whisper in your ears don't count.
Machine, you say. Would you care to elaborate on what kind of machine? Or will any machine do?
You mean a private and exclusive surname? It sounds secretive. Tell us what it is. We won't tell anybody. It will stay on the blogs. And if anybody laughs, I'll rip his kidneys out.
My B-I-L wants to take me for a walk. It is cold and wet outside but he must go for his daily walk. I wonder who is taking whom for a walk. Anyway, tomorrow is the last day that I will be spending here with him, so after that my time to blog will dry up a bit. I must get back to working on the house.
I'll be back soon.
Hmm! Very Funny. HAha!
My nickname is Klossie as I had lots of curly hair at birth...It also means in Afrikaans a little yellow field flower...Love my nickname...
Not a good day for walking. It rains intermittently.
Not funny Doll, I'm serous. We won't tell anybody what it is.
I had a cousin (deceased now) who was called Flossie for the same reason.
Itchy sometimes calls me Furryfoot and Ummka sometimes calls me Kitten .
The name that Bea is talking about is an abusive term that I don't want to use in my blog. A student with poor taste tried to pin it on me but it did a belly flop and floundered.
Besides, it is an Afrikaans term that will mean nothing to the other people here
Bea is net stuitig en gebruik ook nie sulke taal nie.
No is that not funny? I have never liked a woman to have really long hair. It is forever in the way.
That bear cub represents my high school nickname from Polar bear all the way to beertjie.
I know what you mean with Kitten, Ummka. You are one softest and kindest people on CS
See you in about two hours.
When I was a little girl, everyone called me Olay...means pure and innocent in my dialect. They called me by this name till my elementary school years. They stopped calling me by this name when I was a teenager and this name simply faded away. I was rarely in my hometown during my high school years and university days. One day, in my early 20S, I was taken a back when I heard someone calling that name "Olay!" behind me. I know without doubt that he was calling me so I stopped and waited...it was our neighbor who left our town many years ago...he introduced me to his wife and kids as "Olay" and I wasn't even sure if he knew what my real name is...I will always be Olay to him
Now, my BF calls me "Fruitloop" and not happy when some of my friends started calling me by this pet name too.
Here on blogland...I'm called CT behind my back
Yes, that's me...but I don't like Fruitloops...too sweet for me
The Spanish have a similar (sounding) word but I doubt it if 'Ole' has the same meaning as 'olay' in your language.
No nicknames?
I prefer Ponds...
Here's something about EVOO
Lucky, no nicknames. I had my share. Luckily only those that I mentioned stuck.