ImAnAspie wrote:
Language. KraftieKortie said it. Be yourself!
I don't know about slang but I never used foul language right thorough school/high school. I still dislike foul language and I'm a male. That helps separate me from others in my life. People don't like it if you're different.
I do some how manage to find the weirdest nicknames for people around me and that's what I call them because that's how I remember them. It's not a cutsie shmootsie thing. Their nicknames are developed and for a reason. My Mum is Moo. My ex-partner was Kato, my daughter is Sausage Head, My sister is a b***h but that's a different story and not a special name.
I seem to have special names for those whom I like.
Agreed, and +1. Um…SAUSAGE HEAD??? lol Ok, there's a story there!
My oldest is Buddy (self-explanatory), my daughter is Nugget (or Chicken Nugget, but the REAL story has nothing to do with chicken), and the little one is Booger (for now). I think names have to be earned. I renamed my wife not long after we met, and while she has a unique and pretty name to begin with, her "new" name has a special meaning only we know and can't be easily explained to anyone else. It's not that it's some big secret…I just think things like that are made up in the language of the heart. If you're not part of that relationship, you can't speak the language, and it will always be a mystery because the words for it just can't be formed.
People look at me funny when they hear me call for Chicken Nugget. Older folks ask me if I'm still going to call her that when she gets older. Why wouldn't I?