Flattered

I hate the word “flattered.”

For me, nothing good ever comes from that word.

It tends to come before the word “but.”

Like:

  • I’m flattered, but I don’t feel that way.
  • I’m flattered, but I have a girlfriend.
  • I’m flattered, but I’m not looking for a relationship right now.
  • I’m flattered, but I want to just be friends.

“Flattered” is just another way to say “thanks, but no thanks.”

“Flattered” only brings disappointment and heartache. “Flattered” means I should have kept my mouth closed. “Flattered” means Mandy is an idiot who misreads situations.

It is a bummer word.
Fuck “flattered.”

I’d rather my nice words not even be acknowledged with the word “flattered.”

I have a visceral reaction to “flattered.” My stomach drops. My eyes start to get teary. My teeth clench.

At this time, I am preparing myself for bad news. Perhaps I am being oversensitive, but I doubt it.


If only I hadn’t of sent that “thankful” text.


ETA Friday 11/25:

In my reply to his “I’m flattered. Truly.” I mentioned that I considered “flattered” a bad word. He replied “Ok — what language can I use to accept the compliment?”

My gut is telling me that I overreacted. Dammit.

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