Every day, I am flooded by people offering compliments.
I’m not entirely sure that they’re meant as compliments, but dagnab it, that’s how I’m going to take them.
As long-time readers will no doubt recall, I’ve got the posture of a Midwestern goddess. After a childhood of “sit up straight, and suck in that gut!” I appear to be the most upright of citizens. I sit ramrod straight. No backs of chairs for me! Slouching? Well, we’re not slouching people, are we? No, we are not. I assure you that if you ever come across me in any sort of slumping or stooping position I am most likely dead.
You may have whatever is in my pockets.
And so it is with all of this in mind that I tell you that, once again, the compliments are coming fast and furious.
The latest one?
“You know what? Your head is the perfect size for your body.”
What?! And here I thought no one would ever notice this! Here I’ve gone years privately thinking, well, whatever else happens, at least my head is the right size for my body.
And now? To have had it noticed, and commented on, by a perfect stranger?
Thank you, Drunken Appreciative Stranger!
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