My blog is about the scenic, stressful, spectacular life (and everything screwy in between) of a
California girl turned expat transplanted to the land down under: North Queensland, Australia.

October 11, 2010

Day 11.

Random note: Australian chocolate is unbelievably melty, like, even when you get it from the fridge. So I’m sitting here trying to eat a small (honestly!) block of chocolate and getting my laptop sticky. It already feels like it’s been a month, yet I’m only on day 11 of my 30 day journey. Day 11:

Day 11: Something people seem to compliment you the most on.

I suck major ass at compliments, which is why I can remember to a tee what people have said negatively about me, yet I have a bitch of a time remembering the good. The earliest and most frequent “compliment” I was given growing up is “you’re weird”. Yep. I think it may have been because I was goofy, or always the new girl at school, so I would ham it up and people didn’t know what to think of me. In second grade I even thought of a comeback: “that’s what makes me special”. I didn’t think much of it until I mentioned it to a psychologist, who told me I was brilliant. Hell yeah!

I’ve always been told I am funny…for a girl. Isn’t that a backhanded compliment? I guess its my icebreaker. I remember one time going to this really VIP club with a couple of girls from the cosmetic department I worked at. They were gorgeous, and I was…fat. I felt out of place, I didn’t belong there at all, but I really wanted to make the most out of it and not be a letdown. You know how when you first walk into a club, you kind of feel awkward until you scope out the place (or immediately start drinking)? That was us. We sat down and watched everyone, and a few guys came around and started chatting up two of my friends. I was joking with them and at the end of the night, I was the one that got their numbers. Hell yeah!

This one by far is the best compliment I have ever received. My best friend is not one to dish out compliments. Even if you ask for them! But one day I asked if he thought I was pretty and he said “no, you’re striking. Even my mom said you are movie-star pretty”. He might have been high, or maybe just wanted to get a little piece, but that one sticks with me the most. Hell yeah, indeed.

3 comments:

  1. oooooooooo I like that word "striking".

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  3. Stunning comes to my mind. Is that as good as striking?

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