Complimentatious

Can someone please explain to me why I am utterly incapable of taking a compliment? I mean, really, painfully incapable? This has been pointed out to me on numerous occasions by well-meaning family and friends who, upon hearing my fidgety reaction to a flattering remark, are typically forced to follow it with statements like, "Just take the damn compliment!"

Last night, I was waiting on the curb for a "Walk" signal when an impeccably-dressed gentleman of about 60 warmly exclaimed, "You have such beautiful hair, young lady!" Naturally, I thanked him enthusiastically, but almost instantaneously felt a blush paint my cheeks and a sense of unease spread throughout my body. Not because of the lovely gentleman, but because of my own holy-shit-I-can't-believe-someone-just-said-something-so-nice-about-me! bullshit.

I want to be one of those people who accepts a compliment with grace and poise and composure. Most times, I am quite obviously not.

It's not as if my self-esteem is particularly low; I'd say it's healthier on some days than others, as I'm sure it is for most people out there with the good fortune and sensibility to be happy with who they are.

Still, I find it far easier to graciously accept compliments for something I have done or achieved than for my baby blues or curly mop. I imagine compliments such as those ought to be passed along to my gorgeous-eyed parents and grandparents for sharing their good genes.

Anyone else find it easier to take gentle criticism than even the sincerest of compliments?

Posted by ayelet at January 30, 2007 02:35 PM