Flibbertigibbet. This is another fun word! This refers to someone who is silly and who talks incessantly. The first known usage of this word is the 15th century and used to be spelled flepergebet. This word also refers to a person who is flighty.
“Do a loony-goony dance
‘Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain’t been there before.”
Incessant talker. Yup. That be me. I have said this many times. Most of my talk comes from nervousness. However, the silliness imbedded between the words is what makes my heart sing. I often do talk to entertain myself, and usually more often than not, because I know that no one else is listening. Everyone needs someone to appreciate them. I do so appreciate myself. Or at minimum, try my best to appreciate myself.
“Most people talk too much, and what they do say is often just noise or irrelevant gibberish designed to keep themselves entertained”
I blame my dad mostly for the silly and my mom for the incessant talker part. There is always the question – is it nature or nurture that made you how you are today. I got my sarcasm from my dad and a whole lot of my silliness also comes from him. So it’s nature. Right? Thanks dad.
I always want to have fun and be silly and be childish. I’m very childish. I am at my happiest when I am a child and I am just playing. ~ Sue Perkins
Except, I found out in my 20s that my dad was not actually my biological dad. So that would make it nurture. Right? Thanks dad. He was one who loved to laugh and make others laugh. As a matter of fact, I walk like my dad, talk like my dad, tell dad jokes like my dad. We have many of the same facial expressions and mannerisms. No matter what. I think I have to thank dad.
We are product of neither nature nor nurture; we are a product of choice, because there is always a space between stimulus and response. As we wisely exercise our power to choose based on principles, the space will become larger. – Stephen Covey
My mom pretty much gave me my looks and some of my attitude. And boy howdy did she give me my mouth. I’m guessing that most people think I should not be thanking her for that. Man, has that boca landed me into some situations. But here I am. Still existing. I have to say that I inherited quite a bit of silliness from her as well. I mean, it’s mostly silly. but sometimes, it is just plain awkward.
“I’ve been embarrassing myself since about birth.”
I am a flibbertigibbet. I am proud of it. I am even sometimes super annoyed by it. But there is no denying that this word summarizes who I am. And it’s fun to say. I mean if you can.