Am I the only one who finds it difficult to just say "thank you" when somebody offers a compliment? For years my husband has told me that I cannot take a compliment. And I suppose he's right. I would argue, though, that I am a realist and that I could take a compliment if it was actually true--which I surely should be a good judge of if was about me, right? Then there's the small problem of being humble.
I guess I don't get excited about your run-of-the-mill compliments that are relative in nature. You are so beautiful would be relative--not that that has ever been used to describe me. But if it was, I would pooh-pooh it. We all know what beautiful looks like, and it's not me. Also, physical beauty is for the most part out of our control. We're either blessed by God with that or not.
You look good for your age is one that has been tossed at me from time to time--well, pretty frequently. Am I supposed to say "thank you" to that one? I don't really have anything to do with looking good for my age; it's another God thing. If I exercised or paid for botox or even did a facial mask every now and then, maybe I could take a little credit, thus feeling the need to say "thank you." Honestly, I think I deserve not only gray hair, but the standing-on-end Einstein look, seeing that I'm a grandmother three times now and have had more than my share of stress. I'm not complaining, mind you, but I don't think I should be complimented and expected to say thank you for something that I obviously don't deserve.
There are a few words that people can use to compliment me that will be instantly responded to with a thank you. And I will mean it. I suppose a bit of pride will well up in me. Yes, I know that's not a good thing. I'll repent later. But the words/compliments--even if unintended as such--do something to me--deep inside. They feel good--and worthy of a thank you.
I suppose you are just dying to know what they are. Well, recently one person said that she liked my new haircut because it looked sassy. Now, sassy is just the kind of word that does that something to me deep inside. I like my hair looking sassy. And after all, I did choose the style, so thank you very much. I did tell her that I had to settle for sassy since I never could pull off sexy--even with the Mac lipgloss from Edie.
Another word that brings the gratitude out in me is clever. I like being clever. No, I love being clever. I just about flip when someone notices that I came up with *the idea* that rocked or the solution that nobody thought of. I have even been known to tell others that I'm clever if they don't notice. And then I thank them for agreeing with me.
And lastly, I love when somebody tells me I'm crazy. Go ahead and call me crazy, I love it. I know it doesn't sound like a compliment, but things are not always as they seem to be. The absolute worst thing someone could say about me is that I was predictable or boring or ordinary. I live to be caught doing the unexpected. Crazy, now that is a compliment I can take.