I recently found out that “GIF” is pronounced “JIF” (like the peanut butter), and my whole world was flipped upside down. Frankly, I’m annoyed that the creator of GIFs decided to take English phonology and throw it out the window. At the same time, I really can’t blame the guy because, well, have you looked at English phonology lately?
You are probably wondering, as I am wondering myself, why in the world I started talking about GIFs to begin with, but I promise that I have a point. Lacking a better segue, the point of the above mini-rant is this: I am not as “professional” as I try to appear to be.
Shocking, I know.
See, I can be very professional and serious when need be. When I’m in pastor-wife mode on Sunday mornings, I can connect with adults and behave in a polished fashion around visitors. At work, I can lay on the customer service polite-face with the best of them. When I went to the NCWA Writers’ Renewal back in May, I networked like I was born to do just that and managed to be warm and sincere too.
But honestly, deep down inside, I would rather not act like a polished young professional. I would rather wear sweats all day, eat junk food, and spend hours laughing at cat GIFs on Tumblr. I mean, look at all of these!
SO. If I haven’t permanently scared away everyone who might be interested in my future writing endeavors, I would like to share one more thing with you: