Kind Words
I am not always kind. Have you ever noticed, when someone dies in a horrific way, and they interview their friend/loved one on TV, what they always say? "He was the kindest person." "She was so sweet, always a friend, always smiling." Apparently, only the good do die young, or at all. So, I'm thinking I have a long life ahead of me. Because, I'm not always kind. And, I don't always smile. And, sometimes, I think I'm a really crappy friend. (Also, I've become a crappy blogger.) BUT, there is one thing I think I do well when it comes to other people. I am an awesome complimenter. I think the reason is that I know how it feels to be complimented. It feels fabulous. Seriously, if you're having one of those days-- when your hair didn't go right, and you're bloated so the only thing that fits is sweats, and you forgot eyeliner-- and someone says something like, "I love your hair." Or, "You have such a n...