So What’s The Best Compliment You’ve Ever Gotten?
This question just popped up on my news feed — thank you wineandglitterplease! — so I thought I’d take a minute to answer it.
It was my sophomore year in college.
And it was Mardi Gras.
And let me just stop you right here to say that this is in no way about to turn into some slutty Girls Gone Wild story.
Anyway, it’s about 3 pm on a Friday, and my friends and I have just met a bunch of guys from Michigan while hanging on the Tulane quad listening to live music. Or maybe they were from Syracuse. Or Emory. Doesn’t matter. When the concert ends, we all decide to walk back to my apartment for drinks. Because we’re 19 and it’s Mardi Gras and well, duh!
So we’re all sitting around the dining room table doing shots and playing I Never when the phone rings. I pick it up — because it’s 1989 when people still feel compelled to answer a ringing telephone — and it’s my mom on the line.
But I chat with her for a while anyway as the revelry continues around me, then hang up, light a Merit Ultra Light and mumble something like “If my mom could only see me now what would she think?” before downing like my 10th shot of Jim Beam.
"You know what she’d be thinking?" It’s one of the guys from Michigan. Or Syracuse. Or Emory. And he’s yelling to me from the other side of the table. "She’d be thinking about how proud she is to have a daughter with such an awesome personality."
So random and simple… and yet so totally mind-blowing.
Maybe it’s because it came from a complete stranger. Or because it was so unexpected. Or because it effectively stopped me in my tracks and forced me to view the moment differently.
Or maybe it was just because this dude had clearly never met my mother, who would most definitely have been more Team I-Didn’t-Raise-You-To-Drink-and-Smoke-and-Pick-Up-Strange-Men than Team Awesome Personality.
But what freaking EVER because for the moment I felt amazing and that’s what they invented the Decline button for, amiright?