...is never enough. What song? Anyone? Anyone? So in the past month or so I've been told twice that I think too much. By different people, mind you. I've always been pretty cerebral - I'm pretty sure I over-analyzed which items on the playground to hit first in kindergarten. Now that I'm in my, ahem, late twenties, I've come to realize that this is not my most flattering trait. Any man that's been in my life for an extended period of times is well versed in my please elaborate routine. I just want to talk it out, you know?
I can't seem to take someones initial response seriously. Especially with compliments. Oy. It has recently come to my attention that I deflect compliments. It's awful. Over Memorial Day (in Montuak, natch) a few of my friends were discussing the proper way to respond to a compliment, which was to thank the person and then give yourself a little compliment. For example: You have beautiful eyes. Thank you, I designed them myself. I kid. But, you get the point. It's not so cute to respond with: Oh you think? You know they change color so sometimes they're sort of, um, like clear, but thanks.
So I made myself a mini-goal. To not push back so much. Just listen. Accept what people are saying at face value and say thank you when appropriate. Basically, to be less of a bitch. Wish me luck.