I’m feeling all over the place these days.
My body seems to be powered by an endless supply of frenetic energy and I’m having a hard time trying to keep still. Something inside of me keeps telling me to “GOGOGOGO”, and sometime over the last week my powers of concentration completely misfired, and during my (failed) attempt to give them a jump start, they escaped through the open window and are now MIA.
It could be the fact that I am not running this week, in preparation for the half-marathon this Sunday.
It could be the fact that it is early autumn, and oh-so beautiful outside, and all I want to do is dress like a cowgirl, go for long walks, and drink pumpkin spice lattes under the shade of a shedding maple, or perhaps elm.
It could be – wait a second…did I really just write that?
Good grief – it’s like I fantasize about living in a pinterest board.
(p.s. Do you guys pinterest? I don’t and am afraid to venture into this world for fear that I will drown in my self-pinned reflection of midi dresses, kittens, lemon tarts, and three piece suits.)
Not a bad way to go actually…
See what I mean? I’m so easily distracted it is amazing that I manage to brush my teeth and tie my shoes.
I haven’t been sleeping all that well for the past few nights and as such I’ve had my fair share of individuals letting me know that I “look tired.”
Now, would I be speaking out of turn if I requested that we – the collective whole of humanity – stop doing this?
I’m thinking of writing to my member of parliament asking him to table a private member’s bill that would make it illegal for individuals to point out to others that it looks as though they didn’t get the recommended eight hours.
Because let’s be honest. When you tell someone that they “look tired” you’re not just telling them that they could stand to catch another forty winks (give or take, depending on how closely you adhere to ol’ Rip van Winkle’s sleeping philosophy.)
You are basically telling that person that they look like crap – even if you don’t mean to.
You tell someone that they look tired, and I can guarantee you (100% or money back) that they hear the following:
“Holy moley! You look like a ruddy disaster! What happened to you?”
(Give or take a few colloquialism, adjectives, adverbs, etc., etc.)
Seriously, there is nothing worse than the ZOMGYOULOOKTIRED. Just tell me I look like an arse, and move on.
Oh! And none of this feigned concern. Don’t pretend that you are telling me that I look completely bagged under the guise that you are worried about my well being. If you did think that something was wrong, I assume you would ask, “is everything okay?” and not open with an underhanded assessment of my overall haleness and heartiness.
(Man, who knew that those two words actually are words? I was full-on expecting the squiggly red lines upon typing them both.)
Oh, and this reminds me – one other thing:
What is UP with the re-compliment?
You know, when you see a co-worker, or a friend, and they are wearing a darling little ensemble, or a sweet pair of kicks, and you (being the cool, awesome person that you are) let them know how smashing they look in their terrific shirt/pants/shoes/what-have-you?
And then they – instead of thanking you, or responding that they too dig their outfit – become paralyzed by a need to compliment you back, and start stammering about how they too like your jeans, or fedora, or disposable hospital gown because they are a doctor and you weren’t wearing anything else when you told her that you liked her earrings?
(Yeah…so that definitely never happened.)
(Also – I would also never wear a fedora.)
Can we just agree to put a stop to this weird social interaction?
Can we agree that if someone compliments you, to take the compliment and move on? You are not obliged to return the favour. In all likelihood there was zero ulterior motive in the original flattery – people normally don’t give out praise in the hope of getting it back (and if they are doing this, stop hanging out with these individuals at once.)
Because when you force out the return compliment (or re-compliment) it usually comes across as super awkward and disingenuous (whether or not you really actually mean it.)
This happened to me today and I really wanted to blurt out, “JUST STOP! You’re killing us both!”
And hey, if you actually do like your flatterer’s ensemble? Just give the original compliment a little breathing room, and then let the person know.
Be all, “I have been meaning to tell you that I really like your pink sunglasses!”
Just as long as you don’t follow it up with:
“Are you wearing them to cover those bags under your eyes? Because you look really, really tired today.”
Because that’s just all sorts of wrong.