I don't like compliments, mostly because I refuse to believe they're sincere.
Dont tell me I look good, I'll never be drunk enough to believe it. Don't tell me you think I'm cool or nice or sweet, I may or may not secretly like it but I'll hate* you for it.
So thoughtfull of you to think a compliment will cheer me, but it won't. And goddamn your expectations it's my bloody right to be grumpy about it.
One final note: don't ask me whether I lost weight. 'The prize' for whoever asks me as the 100th person will not be nice.
*'resent' at the very least
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