Have you noticed people saying "myself" when, as far as you're concerned, they really should be saying
"me?" It seems to have become an epidemic.
Why do the folks in question feel compelled to say things like, "Mollie called Simon and myself to see if we wanted to go to the 4:20 showing of Pineapple Express." Maybe it's because they've decided "myself" sounds more correct, more elevated, than plain ol' "me." This may also account for the boneheads out there saying, "Can you come with Simon and I to the 4:20 showing of Pineapple Express?" (you and I know it should be "Simon and me"). Maybe it's because "me" sounds too self-involved — "me me me" — and "myself" is considered more modest. Maybe it's because you're in law enforcement and you've signed an oath that requires you to say "individual" instead of "person," "vehicle" instead of "car" and "myself" instead of "me."
Whatever the reason, I don't care for it. In fact, until about 10 minutes ago, I dismissed these people as fools — fools, I tell you! I felt "myself" was special and that its poetic juice should not be diluted by making it synonymous with the prosaic "me." So, to further my agenda, I did what any self-righteous stickler does: I went to Merriam-Webster.com.
At first, I was heartened by what I saw:
Next I encountered:
Could I myself have been wrong about this?What? Didn't you mean to say, dear M-W, "Such uses almost always occur when the speaker or writer IS WRONG?" At which point reality smacked me in the face like an errant mackerel. I had to ask myself: Could I myself have been wrong about this? Me, wrong?! And if so, as it surely seemed, how had I, of all people, gotten it into my head that "myself" was an incorrect substitute for "me?"
Finally, the coup de grâce: "Critics have frowned on these uses since about the turn of the century [phew, I thought, but then], probably unaware that they serve a definite purpose. Users themselves are as unaware as the critics — they simply follow their instincts. These uses are standard."
Serve a definite purpose, eh? Standard, you say. Fine. I'll just have to chalk this, too, up to the evolution of the language and try to unbunch my panties. Again. Don't you hate it when something you were so sure was absolutely wrong is reduced to the status of pet peeve? When you yourself have been reduced to an unaware critic? I know, right? If this has happened to you, please share. I'm thinking of starting a support group.