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I Am Not Nice And Neither Are You
It’s like saying “I am fine”
If you say that someone is “nice,” we often feel happy; they think I am nice and have made it. Right? Well, not me, and apparently, the word did not have a pleasant beginning either.
Maybe I somehow was picking this up in my love-hate relationship with the word “nice.”
The old meaning according to dictionary.com is:
Nice, it turns out, began as a negative term derived from the Latin nescius, meaning “unaware, ignorant.”
Nice has become a filler word when we do not know how to describe someone, we end up saying “nice.” Yet I do not buy this. Is it a way for us to cover up what were want to say and jump to nice? Or do we have so few words to describe someone that this is our default setting?
In a language that has approximately 171,146, according to google, nice is not the one that I would describe you or me.
Don’t get me wrong, do I say “oh yeah, she’s nice” or “oh yeah, he’s nice” a lot? Yes, of course, I do.
If I can not think of a better description to describe a person, I do not like you, or that you did not register on my radar as someone, I will ever remember. Not your face, not your name, not your story.
