The word “mean” has several meanings. Would it mean I was being mean if I didn’t list those meanings, but didn’t mean to be mean? Does your meaning of mean include what somebody means to do?
I don’t mean to be mean, but sometimes I am. The mean — and there I mean average — girl, boy, man, or woman is mean sometimes, although individual mean rates may vary.
I wonder if my post title “mean” is mean? Is the word “girls” mean?
What does any of this mean?
I meant to start this post with yesterday’s visit to cardiac rehab. What does “cardiac rehab” mean? I hope it’s not mean if the meaning of “cardiac rehab” is here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, or here. (I wonder: what’s the mean number of “here’s” I include in these here posts?) (I also wonder if WordPress is being mean lately or if I’m just not used to some new changes yet. This is what I mean: the mean time it takes me to write my mean or non-mean posts is longer these days, if you know what I mean).
Honestly, I didn’t mean to digress that many times in this already mean post. (Don’t get me started on my mean number of digressions. That would just be mean.)
There were several mean girls at cardiac rehab, yesterday.
I mean to start with mean Danise:
Does Danise look mean there? How about here?
Did Danise mean to be mean when she showed me how to do weights yesterday? What’s the mean number of pounds a mean girl can lift? I did four pounds yesterday. What does that mean?
Here’s Danise being mean to her mean boss, Kathy:
Mean girl Danise is making fun of Kathy not being able get the meanings of all the mean things all the mean people at cardiac rehab were saying, because Kathy has some trouble hearing, especially when she is wearing stethoscopes in her ears. Isn’t that mean?
In case you don’t know the meaning of “stethoscope,” Kathy is wearing that mean thing around her mean neck.
Here is mean girl Carla:
Carla, among other mean things, told me about some mean girls she met on her first day of middle school. I wonder if those mean girls meant to be mean?
Here’s mean girl Danise, again
and again, with mean patient Michael:
I didn’t mean to take such a blurry photo of Michael and Danise. I meant to capture how mean they were both being very quickly, so I could go back to my mean exercises. Michael told me what “Michael” means, in Hebrew:
Who is like God?
Michael meant to include the question mark in the meaning. What did he mean by that? Was that mean?
I didn’t mean to ask so many questions in this mean post, but questions are a way to make meaning, aren’t they? It would definitely be mean of me, though, to ask you to answer all the questions in this post.
Speaking of mean questions, before I left cardiac rehab to go to work, I asked Danise, “Do I look like a mean girl?” Danise said “yes” and “no.” I guess it depends on
- the meaning of “mean”
- my facial expression
- what I’m wearing
- and other things, too.
When I got to work, I asked people
Would you be in my blog post tomorrow, titled “Mean Girls”?
Here are the people who were mean enough to say “yes”:
Mean girl Jackie was so mean yesterday she insisted on sending me her own photo!
What did that mean?
Here are more mean photos I took, after work, of mean girls, chefs, and other mean things:
In case you don’t know what I mean by “mean” in this post, the mean number of times I’ve used mean today, I actually mean
I mean to end this post with three mean girls, who are outside the mean.
I always mean to end my posts with meaningful thanks.
Thanks to Danise, Kathy, Carla, Michael, Jan, Susan, Mark, Michele, Desirel, Kathryn, Jackie, Carol, Bonnie, and Aretha,* and all the mean and non-mean girls, boys, men, and women everywhere who make my life more meaningful by reading my mean posts.
That means you.
*I always think it mean if I forget a name or spell it wrong. Do you know what I mean?