Smooches everyone!

The other day my fella and I were hangin out chattin’ about stuff when all of a sudden he looks at me very intently.

"Is everything all right?"  I asked~

"Yep!  I just think you are beautiful!"  my fella said~

"Oh, I thought I had something on my face!" 

I giggled nervously~

As I sat there thinking about this exchange…I thought: "Huh…cute for sure, pretty…sometimes…but, beautiful…that’s a stretch!"

So I turned to my fella and asked him if he was feeling alright.  I started thinking that for sure something was wrong…like he was gonna die or something.  He was saying this because some big disaster was about to happen and I would be left alive and alone remembering with deep grief how much he loved me and thought I was beautiful.  I waited for the ground to shake and something heavy to fall on his head~

Nothing happened.

As I have pondered my response to my fellas complement, I started to think about my history with complements and acknowledgments.  The ones that fit neatly into the views that I hold of myself feel just dandy.  The ones that are out of my realm of thought, stir up the worry that the end is near!

How did I come to this conclusion?

Well, I have known many folks who have died…lots of close friends and one husband.  What they all had in common was before their journeys they ALL became very verbally warm and loving.  It is like they all knew, on some level, that it was time to share the love that they felt with those around them.

So, thats my story! 
Too much love and compliments means the end of the world!
Okay, I know what your thinking!  This logic doesn’t really hold up. 

If circle A= all people who acknowledge and compliment me in unusual ways…
which slightly intersects circle B= the thoughts I think about myself…
and circle C (which slightly intersects both A and B)= those folks who have dropped dead after an unusual acknowledgment or complement.  We can see from this that my logic is slightly….just slightly flawed!

Hmmmmmmm…better rethink this one.
Maybe….just maybe if my fella tells me that I am beautiful that might mean he was just seeing something about me in that moment that he wanted to share. 
Hmmmmmmm…nah!  It CAN"T mean that!  I think that I need to spend a bit of time with this one:)

So, dear readers, what is your story?

Where does your mind go when someone acknowledges you, or gives you a compliment that doesn’t fit the world view you hold of yourself?

How do you respond to them?

Have a love filled day~