I hate the word “flattered.”
For me, nothing good ever comes from that word.
It tends to come before the word “but.”
- 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.
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.
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.