Fickle. For a long time I thought that word was a quaint, southern lady-like version of a cuss word. Not a real cuss word of course, but I remember hearing my grandmother whisper it when her rolls burned or when she was poked by a stick pin while laying out a new pattern on some material. As I grew older, I learned it means to be likely to change. More specifically, it describes someone who isn’t constant or loyal in their affections. Fickle. Jesus described people this way. He said, But to what shall I liken this generation? It is like children sitting in the marketplaces and calling to their companions, and saying: ‘We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; We mourned to you, and you did not lament.’” (Matthew 11:16-17 NKJV) .