"But what a pretty girl!". Answer that is easy for four years, say 'thank you', head down shyly and throw yourself to run with your cousins. Or not say anything and just smile showing a child rather grim grimace but aunts and studio photographers love. If you do this last, for sure again that you're beautiful, or wasps, or harmonica or the beautiful eyes you have Underneath those two eyebrows are the same as Dad.
I feel like I've never been able to react successfully when I cool. If you answered with a thank you red blush and I do not know what to do. It occurs to me to respond with a compliment. It is the worst. Few things can seem more forced (although they are not at all, come on, if I answer a 'your hair cut is also chingón , it is very likely to be true) to respond to a compliment with another. But if I say nothing I feel like I committed a fatal coarseness. There should be a manual "What to do or what not to do when the flatter."
is also believed that the applause is conditioned. Someone who wants to look good, gain confidence, friendship is sought immediately. I prefer to avoid people who flatter me too much of the bat, especially in an aesthetic sense. And if man further.
is so devalued the proper sense of things. If I write an "I'm ugly", it seems that the reaction eloquent or what I'm looking for is "but if you are very pretty" and I will not. No and no and no. Let wallow in my frustration, fuck, damn time of cheerleading superacional . Nothing like accepting the shortcomings without regret or sorrow. It should not be sad to be ugly. Is fortuitous. The beauty also depends a lot on where you stand: in a place I'm the ugliest of the group, I am the most striking one, otherwise the thinner, otherwise the most flabby, otherwise ... depends on the viewer.
prefer to stay cautious with the cheers for accepting so easily drift loa terrible acts of stupidity egomaniac. There are, however naive or arrogant, dangerous match for quality-you do not choose that option. They take too seriously their qualities and sublime to the ridiculous. is overrated the overvaluation capabilities: just shop around bookstores, art galleries, cinemas, plethoric prose are cheap, mediocre script, performances squalid, vulgar music. Sadder is deified the smug ridicule the genuine failure the humble.
Not all hobbies are exploitable. For example, sometimes I write stories, or do artwork. I have fun, get to work the creativity that usually serves a customer desires daze, discovering new things about me, I take courage that bring stuck in the psyche . But that does not make me show anyone or brag about being good at it. I am not and has absolutely nothing harmful. I do it for me, I do not need applause or condemnation. I'm not excited about the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing recognized or be a rough diamond to be polished light Mexican art -how absurd presumption. I feel that the artist or creator who seeks such purposes is not only a diva, aspiration identical to that of a pop star . And there is enough plastic in the world.
transcendence So is it so important? "We looked to be in the center of a stage and be admired, envied, applauded? Is that what has become art, aesthetics, popularity whore?.
Elsewhere geniuses are unknown , who to this bonfire of the vanities prefer to hide. And the more that requires them to "come out of the closet of shame", they celebrate more capacity, less convinced they will be exhibited. Not because they know above, not want to mingle with the crowd high on flattery. Each overwhelms flattery. It is not what they want.
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