It is a universal truth that everyone loves a compliment. I'm not talking about all those annoying basics who obsessively compliment people in the hopes of receiving one back, I'm talking about being one of those terrifyingly alpha presences who is receiving all those stress compliments.
The one and only benefit of being surrounded by idiots.
Now at this point it's worth mentioning that I have that thing where I simultaneously hate myself but think I'm better than everyone else (it's called depth) so I'm sure my lifelong obsession with receiving compliments is what one might call, a sign of instability.
Hopefully something...
So it's one of my least favourite traits in a human person when they cannot take a compliment. I mean. You know these people. You spot them from across a room, rudely wearing or doing something you fully intended to wear or do but didn't have the time and/or money; you go over to tell them how fabulous you find them (read: jealous) and they look at you, say nothing for a while and then go "Oh no, this? What do you mean? It's absolutely nothing." No. It's not. It's not nothing. It's a door slam to my face. It's calling me tasteless to my face. It's (worst of all possible things) the brand of false modesty that makes the world a terrible place to live in.
But not me. I am a real human so I LOVE a compliment. I have been known to send friends and family members compliment instructions before I see them when I've been having a particularly dark day. And do you know why? Self-esteem issues aside, I don't think I'm the best and most important person ever to roam this Earth and, therefore, I like to hear from someone who is not a voice in my head (no offence, you guys) that I've been doing SOMETHING/ANYTHING right.
And, besides, being able to take a compliment is one of the most lowkey charming things a person can do. It's a balancing act, you can't be too much of a thirsty monster but you also have to be grateful for another human being taking time out of their day to be nice to you.
So, yet another one of these consciousness streams ends with this advice: don't be a dick. Advice for 2017. Advice for life.
PEACE.