I couldn’t make up my mind on whether the term “fickle” looked good on me. I mean, the definition sure did. But the actual word, like the composition of the letters – it felt boring and way too cut to the chase. If I wanted anyone to ever be intrigued, they wouldn’t be. They’d have figured me out, then and there, in just six letters.
But then I decided that the word was now too fitting to be reconsidered, so I chose it – in old English. It sounds interesting, kind of corky, a little mysterious, maybe a tad cryptic, and it’s just different. I’m different. But I am also all of those things, too.
Trust me. I am interesting, I am kind of corky, I am a little mysterious, and I may be a tad cryptic.
Heck, I’m the ficol pickle.