In the recent weeks, I have said to a few people, “You look good!” And they return with a face before thanking me. By a face, I mean one that expresses ‘As opposed to how I usually look?’ Which, if they had actually asked me that instead of making the face of that, I would have had to answer, ‘Yes, that is what I meant when I told you you look good.’ So I don’t understand what the problem is. I go out of my way to revise my backhanded compliment into a good ol’ fashioned compliment by leaving out the rude part, yet I still get faces at me.

I know what you’re probably thinking – I could just not say anything at all. I have considered this, but without my supportive encouragement, those people will revert to looking dreary and not good. Call me a coward, but I won’t risk it. My eyes’ happiness is at stake.

Believe it or not, I have spent the past week reading articles on how to stop complaining. In short, they reckon that complainers are to accept that if they are unhappy, they are responsible for fixing it.

In accordance, I am taking responsibility for my displeased eyes caused by those around me who don’t look good by giving praise to them when they do look good.

No need to fret though – I’ll be happier in a few days when I’m 802 miles away from Boston. Columbus, here I come!

If you’ll recall…

          Columbus was ranked in 2009 as the 18th best place in the country to find a date
          for females by Marie Claire Magazine, and was ranked as the No. 2 most sexually
          satisfied city in the country in 2008, according to Men's Health Magazine, behind
          Indianapolis, and also ranked as the No. 7 most lustful in the country in 2007,
          based on contraceptive sales, according to Forbes Magazine.

(courtesy of Wikipedia)