Someone called me “touchy” last week. I wish I could say I let it go but if I did you wouldn’t be reading this right now. Here’s what happened:
1. I got into a stupid, heated conversation about that dress. That dress probably caused a lot of stupid, heated conversations.
2. During the conversation, I got called “touchy” while trying to make a point.
3. I bristled at that word and the conversation was no longer about the dress and became about being a human being with thoughts and feelings that deserve respect.
4. I thought (obsessed) about being called “touchy” for the next few days.
5. I Googled the word “touchy”.
6. I tried to write a post about it.
Other definitions of touchy:
- a person who ignores condescending, arrogant, insulting, offensive, prejudiced crap until they finally call someone on their condescension, arrogance, insults, offensiveness and prejudiced crap and they don’t like it.
- a person who sees and feels things others don’t see and feel. Sor-ry!
Touchy used in a sentence: “I don’t know anyone who isn’t touchy about something”
7. I told the person who called me “touchy” that I haven’t stopped thinking about being called touchy.
8. I realized during this conversation that #3 – #7 are the reason I was called “touchy”.
9. I accept this. I’d change nothing.
10. I watched “Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt” on Netflix and pretty much forget the whole thing because the show is so great.