I don’t think I’ve ever been good at taking compliments. Then again, I’m not sure I know anyone who is.
Of course it’s nice when someone compliments me, but half the time, I feel like I don’t deserve it. Sometimes I even find myself wondering if people actually mean what they say, or if they’re saying it just to be nice.
I think part of why I feel this way might be due to what I talked about in My (Distorted) Reputation. And when I think about it that way, it’s really sad. I like to think most of my friends and people I look up to have been genuine with me, but in the back of my mind, the uncertainty nags at me. Of course, it could all be cleared up with a bit of Veritaserum, but I’ll take my chances.
I guess it’s the Hufflepuff in me too. We value honesty, fairness, and trust. And in a perfect world, I wouldn’t have to worry about whether people meant what they said. Because they would mean what they say.
I may have trouble taking compliments, but that doesn’t mean I don’t value the moments in which I receive them. They are a source of encouragement for me. It shows that people care, and they believe in me. Is it wrong to want – and need – that in life?
Why, Thank You?