It was a regular evening. Just a bunch of friends hanging out, talking random stuff — music, memes, and the usual breakdown of what’s wrong with modern English. Someone brought up the word “vibe check.” Someone else complained about how “sus” isn’t even a full word. It was that kind of night.
Then it happened.
A guy nobody knew walked over. Not shady, not weird — just casual. Looked like he’d been listening from nearby.
He said, “You guys ever heard the word Ennuifans?”
Silence.
Everyone looked at each other. One guy laughed. Another asked, “What did you just say?” He repeated it. Slower this time.
En-nui-fans.
Then — he grinned, nodded slightly, and left.
No explanation. No context. No socials. Nothing.
That was it.
The Aftermath
For a minute, nobody said anything. Then came the questions.
“Is that a French word?”
“Wait, is this like some Gen Z slang?”
“Did he say something real or was he joking?”
Phones were out. Google searches. Urban Dictionary. Reddit. Dictionary.com. Twitter. Tumblr. Nothing. No results.
Not a single place online mentioned the word Ennuifans.
Now it’s been a week. Group chats are full of guesses. Some people think it’s a hidden fandom. Some think it’s a fake philosophy. Others think it’s just nonsense with great delivery.
But it’s stuck.
People are using it now.
“I spent the whole day in bed watching back-to-back cartoons. Full Ennuifans mode.”
“She’s not sad, just kinda… Ennuifans about life lately.”
“This coffee shop feels just like Ennuifans.”
Nobody knows what it means. Everyone feels like they do.
What If That Was the Point?
Maybe the guy didn’t want to be understood. Maybe Ennuifans was never supposed to mean anything specific.
Just a feeling. A mood. A shared confusion. A word that slipped through the cracks of language and sat there long enough to become something.
Or maybe it was just a prank. And if it was, it’s a genius one. Because now, one word that doesn’t exist is being said more than most that do.
So What Is Ennuifans?
No clue.
But it’s probably you, right now, still reading this and wondering.
It’s that weird itch to give something a name — even when it doesn’t need one.
It’s that moment where meaning doesn’t matter, but it still feels like it should.
Or maybe, it’s just a story.
One that started when a stranger said a word and walked away.
And nobody ever saw him again.