So I've noticed recently that there's a certain word I overuse, one that I find myself saying all the time in all different contexts. What is it, you ask?
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Yes, the word is okay, and in Dana-speak, it means at least five different things. No wonder I use it so much--talk about versatile!
First, there's the Apologetic Okay. This is the kind of okay I use when someone rear-ends my car, sneezes in my face, or accidentally pushes me down a flight of stairs. The scenario goes something like this:
The Perpetrator: I'm so sorry I hit your car/sneezed on you/pushed you down those stairs, causing you to break your leg.
Me: That's okay.
Next, there's the Wishy-Washy Okay. This one can make my authority (such as I have) seem pretty weak, as in the following example:
Me: Kids, the living room is a mess. You need to pick up your toys. Okay?
Kids: (continuing to watch TV) Yeah, sure Mom.
The third okay is the Reluctant Okay. This is the one I use when I really don't want to do something but don't know how to get out of it. Example:
Teacher at my son's school: Would you serve on the community relations committee? It really wouldn't take much of your time.
Fourth is the Noncommittal Okay, which--as one would suspect given its name--gives no indication of my true feeling and is often used in response to the following question:
Friend: How are you today?
Me: (thinking about the fact that the bank has apparently "lost" some of my money) I'm okay.
And finally, there's my favorite okay, the Enthusiastic Okay:
Husband: Let's go out for dinner.
(Now if only this last scenario were true!)
So what word do you overuse? You'll tell me, right? Okay!