Physically... eyes. Of course. We've been there. Thank you, I was born with them, no they're not contacts, got 'em from a guy named Harold... blah blah blah, yadda yadda.
Compliments. I've never received so many compliments as I have since I started this blog. I get compliments all the time on my wordsmithing abilities. I also occasionally get derided for my "over use" of "big" words. So, I have a vocabulary. Big whoopee do. If you have steak and lobster in the fridge to you eat cereal for dinner? If you have access to freshly brewed, French pressed fine Colombian (beans, that is... Black's gold... Magic Mud), do you ask for a cup of Sanka?! Words are a type of food for me, and I likes the meaty, juicy ones. Still, thank you either way. Whether you adore or abhor my polysyllabic rumblings, at least you've paid attention. (Yay, Me! Yay, External Validation!)
What has astounded me, in terms of receiving compliments, isn't so much that I get them for my literary prowess (insert polite cough here). What truly astounds me is that I get complimented for my openness and honesty, for my (seeming) ability to stand naked in the town square and let anyone and everyone take a good long look. Thank you for that too.
But.
And I'm not sayin' you should stop the compliments comin'... I love 'em.
But.
In so many ways, complimenting me on my openness is like complimenting me on my eyes, because I don't know any other way to do this. In all selfishness, I do this for me more than anyone else. I do this because I need to get it out and figure it out.
But.
Thank you.
Ahhh....we have much in common my cyber friend
ReplyDeleteI have suspected as much all along. :-)
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