When I was walking home from work last night in the rain I thought to myself, “damn, this coat with a hood was one outstanding purchase.” I was also reflecting on my day at work. Those of you who follow me on twitter already know that I nearly had a mental breakdown at my desk. It was one of “those days” which are becoming more and more frequent.
Then I remembered that I wore a hair bow yesterday. A plaid one. With my black, long-sleeved Rachel Pally dress. Which doesn’t seem too unusual, but where I work everyone deemed this “dressed up”. Yes, I wasn’t wearing jeans. Yes, I need to do laundry. Needless to say, I got a lot more compliments than usual.
And I got to thinking about compliments and their purpose. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m all for compliments. However, I’m not for needless compliments. Whether you want to admit it or not, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
Compliments are like STDs: once somebody gets one, they feel the need to pass it along to multiple people. This results in the “needless comment” phenomena. This phenomena pisses me off.
It goes like this: two girls hate each other and they know they do. One compliments the other and then the other compliments back. Um, why? Because I’m supposed to? To hell with that.
I’ve been known as a bad receiver of compliments which I find to be untrue and unfair. If it’s a legitimate compliment from someone I respect, I graciously accept. If you’re trying to blow smoke up my ass? I’m not into it. I know you talk shit about me and I’m not nearly as stupid as you think. Also, right now, you’re making a fool out of yourself. Why? Because I know this looked good when I put it on. That’s why I’m wearing it.
Why would you waste your time complimenting someone you don’t even like and trying to strike up a conversation? I’m sorry but I don’t have time for that. You shouldn’t either. I think I’m going to make t-shirts. Who’s with me???