I happened to meet the parents of one of my close middle school friends the other day. I was in a good mood, so I waved, and they cautiously said hi.
"Oh, I guess you don't remember me anymore. I'm Ryan, I was friends with Michael."
And just like anybody who hasn't seen me since 8th grade, the first comment I got was about the voice. Fine.
Then they started launching into this commentary of how I've become more good-looking and how I look intelligent now.
Well, thanks. Glad to know that you thought I was a hideous, pimply blob with the intelligence of a cantaloupe back then.
You can take a compliment about how you've changed either one of three ways.
1) Fuck you.
2) At least I've improved, unlike you.
3) Be a normal, polite person and graciously accept the compliment.
You can guess which option I took.
That's right - the first one.
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