Today, somebody told me my hair looked nice. The thoughts that ran through my head simultaneously were:
"Yeah, but...my hair likes this cold, dry weather, but the rest of me hates it. I can't get warm and my nose burns from the heater never shutting off while I'm sleeping. I hate cold weather."
and
"Yeah, but...I need a haircut."
and
"Yeah, but...one day it looks good. The next day it looks like crap. I have no control over it whatsoever, hence, I cannot accept your compliment."
Instead of saying any of that, my response was, "Thaaaaanks." It was an oh-woe-is-me "thanks" that might have come out of Eeyore's mouth. My complimenter gave me a confused look, because she could see behind my eyes that there was more to be said. I just stared back at her until she finally walked away. Awwwkward.
Actual elapsed time: about 5 seconds. Time spent fretting about it: 12 hours.
I'm trying to teach myself to accept a compliment without also giving a "Yeah, but..." response. My attempts at self improvement frequently end awkwardly.
2 comments:
Laurie, Laurie, Laurie, you write a nice blog.
Sweet Lorna, I'm trying to get back in the groove. I kept over-thinking blog subjects and remembered that, like Seinfeld, I'm really good writing about nothing.
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