I am one of those people who are unable of simply accepting a compliment. It’s not that I have issues of feeling inadequate or undeserving– lavish me with praise, please!! I love it. It’s just that I’m incapable of simply saying thank you and moving on.
Yesterday, someone told me that they liked my shoes. A short and sweet “thank you” would have sufficed, but noooooo. Thanks, I responded, I got them at Marshall’s! They were marked down to, like, nothing. They practically paid me to buy them. I bet they still have them in you want to check. They’d look great on you– you should totally get them. Go, now!
My purse? Funny you ask, I love it, too! Banana republic, 39.99! End of season sale that I happened to walk right into. Not that you inquired. But, still.
My toe-nail polish color? So fun, right? It’s OPI Significant Other. It took me forever to choose, but I really like it, too. I don’t usually go for purple, but I thought it was nice for a change. With fall coming and all. Oh, fall. I love fall.
Wait, what were we talking about again?
The same goes for my children. If someone remarks on how well-behaved they are I have to point out the massive tantrums that all three of then threw earlier in the day. They’re usually monsters, I swear. This good behavior is highly unusual. Sure, Evan may be sweet now, but he turns into an absolute terror at night. Bedtime is a bitch. Truly.
If someone tells me how beautiful Lily is, half the time I reminisce about how she was born with a horrible cone head after being stuck in the birth canal for 20 hours. Fortunately, she’s recovered since. Her hair? So pretty, but I barely even brush it! Thank goodness it’s naturally straight or she’d always be a mess.
And the list goes on.
What’s this about? I’m going to try and end one sentence today with a “thank you” and see if it sticks. Wish me luck.