Mea Culpa

I admit, a lot of the tension going on right now between myself and others is through my own fault. If I could just take a compliment, or spend more time working on my writing, I'm sure everything would be better.

Sure.

I'm sorry...I just can't take compliments. Maybe it's because I think compliments are only needed because they're patronizing or used for ego boosting. And, I hate both of those. Or, maybe it's because in undergrad. I was a bartender and the drunk guys would hit on me, telling me I'm beautiful, when I obviously know they're wrong. I don't know, but I prefer constructive criticism over any compliment.

Tell me my nose is all wierd looking, tell me I have a pudgy face, or that my eyes are squinty--that I don't mind. Tell me I'm beautiful and I'll whip out a can of Whoop-Ass on you. Tell me I need to work on a certain part of my writing, or interpretation and I will. Tell me I'm smart, or good at it and I'll knife-hand-strike you.

Constructive Criticism=Good
Compliments=Bad

Yeah, I'm not messed up at all...