Stop with compliments.

Apparently, I'd like people to stop doing lots of things. Being so dramatic. Being so positive. Being so negative. And now, you're all too darn complimentary. I sense a bit of a series here, don't you?

On to my missive. I'm sick of the lovefest we all have with each other. No, that's not true. I'm sick of the lovefest some people have with each other. Now is the time for me to admit I'm not one of the people who is surrounded by the effusive positive reinforcement I'm talking about today. (Worry not, best friends. I wouldn't have you any other way.) Maybe I am a wee bit jelly--that's "jealous" for those not hip to the freshest lingo, you jive turkeys, you--but I still feel there's a real issue here.

"You are so beautiful!"

"Love, love, love this picture! Could you be any more gorgeous?"

"Ahhhh, you're the best!" 

"Love you!" "Love you more!" "Love you the mostest!!!!!!"

People are saying these things in all seriousness. You may ask, "Geez, you Boring but (questionably) Fun girl, is that really so bad?" Well, no, if we said these things to only our closest and most intimate friends. We don't only say those things to them though, do we?

What I take issue with is the free-for-all, love-all-around hippy thing where we all love everyone including the newest bestie we just met last night and totes (that's "totally" for you squares, again) clicked with. It's just like saying hello now. 

"Hi, nice to meet you. You're so beautiful and funny and awesome. OMG, you're just the sweetest person. You're just so wonderful. Let's vacation together--road trip! Love you!"

And then, later, "Shoot, I should have gotten her name. I was totally going to facebook her."

I like to be told I'm gaaawww-geous, awesome, spectacular as much as the next gal, but I fear that we are giving each other egos that are full to bursting when we go around espousing our adoration of each other all willy nilly. Besides the splatter issues associated with bursting egos (it's not pretty), it gives you a false sense of friendship and closeness. I suppose that's not always horrible, but it seems to take a little something away from the words when you use them with your new Friday Night BFF just the same as your nearest and dearest.

For all of you who have actual friends who are so amazed by you, I tip my hat. Because I see that most of you you give as good as you get, and are equally amazed by your awesome friends. You don't have to stop. And if you want to tell me how supercalafragilisticexpialadocious I am, well, I guess I won't stop you.

Comments

Post a Comment

Say something clever or complimentary. Bonus points for both at the same time!

Popular posts from this blog

Now that's my mama's style.

Image
Once upon a time, about 4 or so years ago, my 4-year old niece was helping me browse in Marshall's. She pointed to a shirt, told me it was cute, and I asked if she thought her mom, my sister, would like it. "Umm, it's cute, but it's not my mama's style." Ever since then, anything that I don't quite like "is not my mama's style." I tell you that to tell you this. For a while I have been ready to get rid of our living room furniture. I'm incredibly grateful to have it, as it was given to us in good condition for the low, low cost of FREE. Me likey the free stuff. However, "it's not my mama's style" and Patrick and I agreed we'd like to eventually have furniture because we like it and not just because it was $0.00. Well, big news on that front. Hold the phone, hit pause on your walkman (oh, you have a discman? Pardon me!), and listen to this:   We bought a couch! Oh, silly you. You thought I was going to s
Read more

SpaPeggy and Meatballs.

One of my favorite shows is "King of the Hill," and this weekend I went on a mini-marathon of King of the Hill episodes. Inspired by one of my favorite characters, Peggy Hill, I decided yesterday that we needed to make SpaPeggy and Meatballs for dinner. If you aren't familiar with "King of the Hill," well, shame on you. Still, I will acquiesce to your burning curiosity to know what the frank "SpaPeggy and Meatballs" just might be. The different between Peggy's SpaPeggy and regular spaghetti is simply that she adds "regiano cheese and just the right amount of sugar." (She is her own number 1 fan and cheerleader, so obviously that minor personalization, if you can call it that, warrants renaming the meal after herself.) Once I'd decided to make SpaPeggy and Meatballs for dinner, I realized the ground meat was in the freezer and I didn't feel like defrosting it. I quickly edited the meal down to just SpaPeggy, sans meatballs. I
Read more

Love and marriage.

Image
Today is the 2nd anniversary of the biggest party Patrick and I have ever thrown. Also, the day we got married. Also, the day I ugly-cried in front of roughly 180 people. For some of you seasoned vets, the idea of just two years of marriage makes you say, "Aww, how sweet, still newly weds. They have no idea..." I'd like to respectfully pooh-pooh the idea that we're naive just because we're still so newly wed. Because how could we be but otherwise? Until the future arrives, knocks on our door, and politely introduces itself, we're all naive as to what's in store for us. I'm sure bad times will come for us, as they inevitably do, but I count myself blessed that we'll have several solid years of happiness under our belts to help buoy us through whatever storms come our way. So, no, we don't have any idea what we're in for. But one idea I'm very, very clear about? My old (young) man is my number 1 favorite thing on this planet.
Read more