I've love adjectives. Lyrical, rhythmic, meaningful, adjectives.
It wasn't just a weekend, it was a TREMENDOUS weekend! It wasn't just a meal, it was a SCRUMPTIOUS meal! I'm not just in love, I'm MADLY, MYSTIFYINGLY, MAGNIFICENTLY in love!
I love words. I love SAYING certain words. Eclectic. Myriad. Delicious. Autumnal. Twitterpated. Testicular Fortitude. Bumble Bee. Galoshes. And any number of expletives that I really can't put here.
But I have, over the past few weeks, recognized my favorite adjective. It's not flashy or particularly fun to say. You don't stumble over consonants and falter around too many syllables. It sits, humbly, at the bottom of our vocabulary, being used to describe things like lamps, and fairly ordinary days.
You don't have to be AMAZING or FASCINATING or REMARKABLE.
Helping people is nice. Being friendly on the phone is nice. Giving someone the bird is not nice. Smiling is nice. Compliments are nice. Being thankful is nice.
The word nice is kind of given the shaft. Flashier words seem to carry more weight than the word nice, but really, being nice is kind of remarkable. It is kind of fascinating. And really, it's pretty amazing.