Someone asked me recently if I was fickle. I had to think about it. When I looked it up, the definition was inconsistent and given to change. But it came from an old English word that meant deceitful.
What I want to know is when did changing become a bad thing? There is an inherent difference between lying and changing your mind.
I guess one could say “Wait. I changed my mind, I did steal your lunch,” but I think most of us can all agree that that is deceit. And just downright wrong. Who steals lunch?!?
I think fickle has gotten a bad rap. I’ve heard La donna è mobile. I know what people are saying about women and apparently spring. (*Gasp* And it’s my favorite season!)
And it’s true. I propose that being changeable makes you able to evolve and move throughout life. If nothing was able to change, there wouldn’t be butterflies, humans would cower at lightning, and I wouldn’t be writing this blog.
So I proudly answer the question: Damn straight I’m fickle!