Even though I am technically an extroverted introvert (meaning I can be around people and I am outspoken, but they really drain my batteries) and I prefer to spend my time with my dog, books, by my lonesome...you get the idea, life never stops giving me crap to make fun of and I LOVE IT! Don't stop life!
I can't take compliments. Pretty much it goes something like this...
"I like your hair that way, looks really nice!"
"Oh, you mean this "new do" of I-went-to gym-and-didn't-feel-like-washing-my-hair-so-I-added-more-hair-spray-to-it?!"
How about a simple "Thank You" and shut my mouth, end of story, nope not me.
Then again perhaps the following excerpt from my life may shed some light on why I will most likely never learn to accept a compliment.
So the other night I am working at the bar and two semi-drunk guys come in. Of course they'd like to socialize as there's no one else there (almost closing time) and I can't leave...awesome. So they ask me what I do for fun...hmmm grocery shop and go to gym (why can't I just lie and say get wasted with my friends in turn avoiding being asked more dumb questions...not I. I mean really who gives a shit what I like to do, drunkasses...and honestly regardless of what I say the conversation will continue, cause they are humans and annoying ones at this point.)
So one of them goes "Yeah, you look like you go to the gym. You got some big thighs."
No, not big eyes...big thighs.
Too bad his IQ wasn't big. Granted my thighs are big enough to crush a baby elephant, they always have been, heavy squats at the gym made them even bigger, but what woman wants to hear the word big when being referred to. It's like men and the word small. Think about it.
Charmer. And thank you for pointing the obvious, idiot. No I didn't get his number...I am sure it was a single digit one ;).
No comments:
Post a Comment