I’ve never been very good at taking compliments. I guess it stems from my inner belief that I don’t really deserve anything I haven’t worked for, but that’s another sick and twisted story. Recently, I have gotten a lot better at it and, although I might not acknowledge the compliment with a verbal response, I assure you that I am smiling on the inside.
SO DON’T ASSUME THAT I’M NOT, BITCH!
I can’t stand when people jump to the conclusion that you are a bitter old lady just because you didn’t say anything. NO ONE is all daisies and buttercups 24/7 all the days of their life, and if you find that person, congratulations! They are probably a ticking time bomb ready to explode any minute after holding in a lifetime of perfectly normal human rage that needs to be set free every so often. Honestly, I think people want you to wear an insincere Julia Roberts horse-face smile all the damn time and seriously, how creepy and uncomfortable would that be?
SEE… WASN’T THAT CREEPY AND UNCOMFORTABLE?
In the past, I considered turning to Yahoo! answers for a solution to my dilemma of compliment non-acceptance. Then I realized, as I got older, that taking the compliment might actually be less painful than embarrassing myself on an international level broadcasting my sociologically-invented illness. Also because I don’t want Luke Skywalker knowing about my aversion to compliments and secretly judging me.
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU.