Why I’m as Impervious to Praise as Winchesters Are to Death – The Fangirl’s Guide to Happiness
Praise has become meaningless to me. Because I grew up being praised only for obvious facts, like being smart (I was the class valedictorian) and being a good writer and speller (I won several awards for both), I quickly learned that real praise had to *feel* true to be true. Therefore, praise that doesn’t feel true, like being called “pretty” or “beautiful” or “interesting” (because I was told over and over again as a kid that the opposite was true), doesn’t feel like praise at all. It feels like bullshit, given out of politeness and social necessity.
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