NSVs Up the Wazoo!

Well, really just one NSV this morning, but it was worth at least 10.

Sasha and I were talking on the ride home about weight loss. She had gastric bypass surgery a couple of years ago.

She said, “So did you have problems with weight gain in the past? You look perfectly fit right now.”

So I told her my whole extended history, because we had time, about my mom and her family, and my ex-uncle. And about how I’ve been up and down the scale in my 30s and 40s. She had thought I was in my 30s, too.

I’m not being conceited…what, I’m not! I value every compliment I’ve ever gotten. Especially at times when I’m feeling negative or bad about myself. When sincere, they mean a lot, because I am a poor self-evaluator. I would’ve said I’m still a bit chubby, even though I have increasing evidence to the contrary. And I would say I look 44, because I am hyper-focused on my laugh lines, even though I think those are the only lines I have anywhere, so far, and I’ve had them since I was 25.

One thing I can’t stand is when people fish for compliments. There was this woman at work who was always fishing for compliments, especially from men. She was so transparent. And annoying.

Listen, I’m insecure, too, but not so much that I have to fish for compliments or humble-brag or not-so-humble-brag nearly compulsively. I just wait for the compliments to happen to me.

You know what I don’t like, though? Insults. And, yeah, I know I get those, too. Oh yeah, that’s right. I actually don’t live in a hole.

Guess what? I don’t care if you don’t like me. I probably wouldn’t like you, either.

These last couple of paragraphs started out tongue-in-cheek, but have taken a sharp turn for the hostile. Sorry, readers.

Anyway, I say great! Keep the NSVs and unsolicited (genuine) compliments coming.

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