Why Compliments Feel Like Foreign Languages
It's strange how hearing something kind can feel more uncomfortable than hearing something cruel. Criticism slips in easily.. I know exactly where to file it.
But compliments? They make me stumble, like someone's speaking a language I never studied. My brain wants to reject it, argue it, or laugh it off.
And yet, when I think about it later, I realize I want to believe them. I want it to stick. Maybe it's not that compliments are foreign, maybe it's that I was never taught how to receive them without suspicion.
But compliments? They make me stumble, like someone's speaking a language I never studied. My brain wants to reject it, argue it, or laugh it off.
And yet, when I think about it later, I realize I want to believe them. I want it to stick. Maybe it's not that compliments are foreign, maybe it's that I was never taught how to receive them without suspicion.
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