Why can I not accept compliments like a normal human being?
Here are some real life examples of how I have handled compliments in the very recent past:
I was wearing a fabulous new Calvin Klein dress (obtained at Ross for $30, booyah!) to church last week. It looked totally amazing on me, except when I sat down. Then, all the buttons seemed to pop apart and look crazy. I had to sit with my legs crossed in order for it to not look like I was too fat for my dress, and sitting with your legs crossed is very hard to do when you have small children trying to sit on your lap.
So, when a friend told me, "I love your dress, it looks smokin' good!" what do I say in response?
"Oh, yeah, well, when I sit it looks ridiculous, so I have to sit like this" *insert insane pose here*
Why. Why do I do this? I couldn't just say, "Oh, thanks!" and move on? Or even, "Thanks, I got it at Ross!" and walk away, feeling good about myself?
"Hey, your hair looks really great today!"
"Haha! Thanks, there's a sock in it!"
"Yep! A sock!"
Again, why. Why do I feel the need to explain the nerdy information about myself? Why do I have to explain (to a friend's husband, no less) what a sock bun is, and make myself look like an idiot?
I was talking to my friend, Kirsti, about this. At least she understood where I was coming from. I am always terrified that every compliment is a Mean Girls-style set up:
So, tell me, friends: Do you handle compliments well? Any advice? Or, if you're more like me, share your stories.