I Am Not Robin Williams
Good morning, Vietnam!
I have been having a vague idea for a post swirling around in my neurons, but I realised it basically just boils down to this:
"It is nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice".
I like chatting to people. I am interested in their lives, and I enjoy finding common ground with them, no matter how tenuous the link is. I like... being nice to people. I compliment people on their clothes or dog or baby or accessories if said items/ beings are cool. Because I think it's nice to hear a compliment.
But, often, people are so surprised to be complimented. Is it not normal to show appreciation of cool things? I mean, I have my generation's attitude of feigned disdain down to a fine art, but I think my inherent enthusiasm about awesome stuff shines through.
I wish I'd got more pictures of people at the vintage fair that Rowenna and I went to yesterday. There was a girl in a Star Wars dress that I think she'd used the fabric from a Star Wars quilt cover to make. Honestly, I nearly swooned with delight (as did Rowenna).
Here are a few pictures I did get.
In the queue. I loved her outfit, and she and her friends were absolutely charmed by Zeph.
Earrings!
Suspicious eyebrows.
So, in conclusion, I advocate complimenting people when they have something awesome. Because it's nice.
The End.
posted by Hieronymous Anonymous @ 8:27 pm
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5 Comments:
That Star Wars dress was awesome!
I have the hardest time personal compliments. My hair, clothes, jewelry, perfume? All fine. Me, personally ("You're so smart/pretty/sweet/whatever"), not so much. I get all kinds of tongue-tied. But you're right, it's important to be nice to people. I like to think that I am, generally, anyhow. Sometimes I can be a snarky bitch, though, but I try not to be.
Also, I think I would have loved the vintage fair, and most likely would have spent entirely too much money!
I too think it's so important to be nice to others. And yes, a lot of people get very flustered when you compliment them. I'm one of them, I blush and mutter and stumble through a thank you but I feel so great afterwards. And I want other people to feel great.
The world would be a much nicer place if we all felt great :)
Yeah, I'm never sure how to respond when someone compliments me, either.
And the vintage fair looked like fun.
*Hugs*
You know how I feel about ya, Lass! Keep being the wonderfully odd, nutty, funny, intelligent, Dr Whovian, wench that you are!
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