You can get nicknames so many ways. Usually it’s just a short version of your name. Michael becomes Mike or Jennifer magically is Jenny, but there are these rare instances when you get a name from something you’ve done- “Comb-over Joe” or “party girl.” We’re all called a lot of things, like “two-left feet guy” or “girl who has a funny laugh”, but it’s what we are known by. It’s how people relate to us.
I’ve been known as a lot of things-my dad called me Gertrude when I was little, my mom calls me “B,” my brothers call me sis or sissy, one of the guys at work call me coffee girl or girl with the really long hair, and “trip-up” from that one time I tripped over my own feet in gym class and yes “flat face” because I fell down some bleachers face first during a football game. I’ve been known as a geek, a freak, a brain, a dork and a couple other words I can’t share on here, but I have always liked my nicknames (some more than others). They reflect who I was at that time in my life or even something stupid I did one time.
When I talk about my co-workers to friends, I have to tell stories using their nicknames because my friends don’t know who they are. There’s “that one girl who dresses inappropriately for her age,” “that guy that looks like Jim” and “really tall guy” and even “my half-boss.” Nicknames are short for your real name, playful words you are called by a loved on or even something you’re called for something you’ve done. Some nicknames may not be as nice as others, but they are who you are and you are all