Ohai there!
I'm not very British in many respects, carrying hardly any patriotism for our union. I'm in favour of independence, I think ol' Cameron is reprehensible, and I think we're far too obnoxious about our place in the world. Though I am thoroughly British in one respect - I cannot for the life of me take a compliment.
Modesty is my middle name. When I recently performed at a gala concert, there were people coming up to me fairly often (I work where I performed) and congratulating me on a job well done. I would offer a blasé "Oh thank you!" and swiftly move on. This is not a kind 'Oh I know how great I am, you don't need to tell me' shirk, it's a 'Don't waste your words on such a little thing as my performance' shirk.
But you know, what? It's lovely of people to say. I enjoy receiving compliments, much like everyone else. And you know what's a massive compliment? Someone saying that they're into you. I know so many people who have been harshly rejected after admitting a crush to the person they like, or are to afraid to say how they feel for fear of rejection.
You know I would react, not matter who it was or whether I was interested or not? I would be flattered. I would say thanks but no thanks, say we work better as friends, or do something to alleviate the embarrassment of somebody who just paid me a massive compliment.
So, that's what you should all do! I need to go and watch 'Frankenweenie' now.
A very British
Tara x to you all
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