First of all, I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve updated. I’ve been super duper busy. I’ll have a much better post later on this week.
So, we all know my name is Debora. If you didn’t know that by now….Hi, my name is Debora, it’s a pleasure to meet you.
Now, I know with certain names there are standard nicknames. Obviously…the standard nicknames for my name are Debbie and Deb.
Let’s get something straight: I HATE being called Debbie. I don’t mind calling other people Debbie or hearing other people call somebody Debbie. I just can’t stand it when somebody calls me Debbie. Deb is usually my nickname of choice or Dabbs.
There’s probably a total of 3 people who are “allowed” to call me Debbie and they’re people I grew up with in my neighborhood.
There are a couple of reasons why I don’t like it. One of which is way too personal to write about on here and the other is because it makes me feel like a 50-year-old cat lady. (To the other Debbie’s: please don’t be offended by that. It’s only when it’s directed towards me).
There’s this Italian dude (as in…he lives in Italy) that keeps hitting me up on OkC. He’s weird and I’ve been trying to shake him off. This weekend…he sends me a message calling me Debbie.
This made me think, is it even appropriate to call somebody as a nickname when you don’t even know them? When is it appropriate?
thirty-somethings 