Compliments

They’re funny things. They make people uncomfortable, no-one knows how to respond to them, and it’s always hard to tell if it’s meant sincerely or not. Then there’s the awkward thing that happens when someone says ‘I love your shoes’ and you were quietly falling in love with their bag or their shirt or something but now if you say so it just sounds like you feel the need to return the compliment in some way and so despite your verging-on-the-stalk-worthy interest in said shirt or bag you can’t now really say anything. Or you have to give a great long speech about how much you wanted to compliment them on their choice of shirt/steal it but then they complimented you first and so now ‘it sounds like I don’t mean it but I really really do’. And then you sound even more sincere. Great.

Then, anyway, there’s the fact that it’s quite hard to sound as if you mean it anyway. At least in my own head, I always sound either sarcastic or superficial and shallow and completely as if I’m just saying it rather than genuinely meaning it.

Then you realise that there are some people you really appreciate and you’re hopeless at telling them how much they mean to you. Like your sister, or your mother, or your best friend. But then you realise that they probably realise that anyway, with any luck.

So, really, compliments are a total pain.

But the thing is, actually, they make all the difference in the world. Perhaps you told me I looked beautiful, and I just shrugged, grinned and said ‘I know’. But weeks or months down the line, sometimes, I still grin. I still remember the exact wording of the first real compliment I got on my looks from someone who wasn’t related to me. A then-rather-awkward young man (well, boy, really), said that I was developing ‘rather endearing freckles’. Later I picked up words like ‘stunning’ and ‘beautiful’ from entirely biased sources and perhaps I didn’t recieve those words well at the time but I learnt something, two or three years ago, which is very simple: if you don’t really know how to respond to a compliment, whether you believe it or not, just smile and say ‘Thank you’. I won’t say I remember every compliment I’ve ever recieved – I don’t – but I do treasure a lot of those moments where someone comes out and says something sincere and complimentary. My current favourite is ‘super-competent self-confident superwoman’, is I believe the wording, tempered rather by ‘until you get drunk’ (at which point I get all giggly and silly and a bit childish, and also highly apologetic for being drunk, apparently. This, I think, is an improvement on former times).

What’s really worth remembering is that actually, if you say to someone ‘I love your dress’ and they say ‘oh this old thing? I’ve had it forever’, which is our oh-so-British self-deprecating get-me-out-of-the-spotlight automatic response, let’s be honest – it actually sounds rather insulting, suggesting that the complimenter has little taste, or doesn’t know what’s new and fashionable and good quality as opposed to ‘this old thing’. If you’re told you have good legs and you respond, ‘oh, goodness no, I need some more exercise’, it may sound all conspiratorial and aren’t-we-all-imperfect-together in your head but it kind of implies that you’re holding yourself to higher standards because you can. I hate it when you say to someone ‘I think you’re really pretty’ or ‘you look lovely tonight’ and they go, ‘oh, no, I hate my hair’.*

Of course very few people actually take those literal meanings when a compliment is rebuffed – but that kind of self-deprecation is a rebuff, a rejection of your values, and it puts you at a distance.

It’s very simple: say thank you, and smile, and try to understand why that person thinks that thing about you. Say, ‘yes, this dress is one of my absolute favourites, makes me feel like Audrey Hepburn/The Edge of Love/Grace Kelly’ *stupid pose*. Make a joke out of it, sure, but make it obvious that you value the compliment. They wouldn’t say it unless they meant it. Better still, believe it, savour it. The friend who taught me that this was the way to go – yes, a boy – spent seemingly hours in the top floor of our old haunt, Cafe Django’s, quickfiring compliments at me and getting me to look him in the eye, smile, and thank him. It took me a while to stop squirming in my seat like a little girl. But I’m glad he did it. He also got me chocolate raisins, which was probably worth the humiliation…!

Sorry – it’s just one of my bugbears. It’s so simple, really. It should be so obvious. But it took me years to learn.

*I’ve got a strange feeling that most people (from a huge survey sample of ‘some of my friends’) want hair which is more or less the opposite, in style, of the hair that they actually have. I’ve never understood this.

Advertisements

8 Comments

Filed under Fashion, Friendship, Life, Relationships, Society, Thoughts

8 responses to “Compliments

  1. “I’ve got a strange feeling that most people want hair which is more or less the opposite of the hair they actually have”

    Yes.

  2. My sarcasm dial is more-or-less always at 11, so even if I try and tone it down to sound sincere it’s still about a 7. That’s a problem.

  3. Adam

    I tend not get complemented on my appearance (I’m sure that’s a big shock to you Jen…)

    I do however, get complimented on my guitar playing – and I find it quite hard to take compliments about that, mainly because I am WAY too analytical about it… I think for me at least, it’s a perfectionist thing… I know that I’m a reasonable musician, probably above reasonable… But I don’t want to be that – I want to be great…

    One of the things that people often say to me is “You’re such a natural guitar player…” and it really annoys me – because I don’t!! I worked my fingers until they bled to get to where I am, and it was a constant struggle… On the reverse though, I’m glad that it sounds like I’m a natural – but I wish people knew that what I do involved a lot of hard work; coupled with the only ‘gift’ I have, which is being able to tell what I like and what I don’t…

    i’m sure we’ve had a conversation very similar to this before… So all the above is rather pointless… Yay!!

  4. Jenny

    I still haven’t heard you play. And incidentally. I’m back in Hampshire. I have no money nor nuffink, but the house is a tip, so you’re certainly not coming here but we need to catch up in some way so this probably involves me…finding some money. But then! We will meet up and it will be wonderful.

    And how are people to know how much work you’ve put in if it sounds like it’s come naturally. I don’t beleive that many people are really a ‘natural’ in that sense at anything. Some people pick things up really quickly – I knew one guy who, self-taught, got to grade seven piano in under a year – but when you get to higher levels of competence and complexity there is no-one who doesn’t have to work at it.

    1% inspiration, 99% perspiration, after all.

    And don’t do yourself down. Personally I think you’re pretty good looking. I just don’t happen to fancy you – as previously discussed…!

    xxx

  5. Photolosopher

    Argh. I’m awful when it comes to self-deprecation. My withered self-esteem genuinely doesn’t think that I have anything worth complimenting, so yes, I probably do respond to any kindly comment with the slightly ungracious, doing-myself-down disbelief that you describe (and have now made me feel guilty about); it’s just a knee-jerk response. The exception would probably be when it comes to my drawings or photos – then I feel similar to Adam, in that it’s not so much a self-esteem issue, simply that I have a heightened awareness of my deficiencies in those particular quarters. But at least I feel proud of something that I’ve created, which makes it easier to accept a compliment on said thing, because I’m secretly hoping that you’ll love it anyway… xxx

  6. Jenny

    Don’t feel guilty about compliments you’ve not taken well in the past – I didn’t really realise myself until someone pointed it out to me that that is how that kind of self-deprecation could be interpreted – and anyway, it rarely is taken like that, people usually know you mean to express that you’re pleased. But still. Practice just saying thank you and accepting peoples’ words to be true :).

    xxx

  7. This makes me smile about the odd times I’ve complimented you, now. xxx

    • Jenny

      So you should :). You have no idea how beautiful I felt at the disco-ceilidh just because you treated me like I was the most beautiful girl in the room :). Xx

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s