tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498105551688934461.post5625417884074714028..comments2023-12-19T19:07:44.032-06:00Comments on This Ambiguous Life: Flatterers FlatterBecky Carletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734821181452228650noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498105551688934461.post-85151019269835137622011-10-07T23:10:21.490-05:002011-10-07T23:10:21.490-05:00Thanks so much, Kelli. I've really enjoyed ge...Thanks so much, Kelli. I've really enjoyed getting to know you on FB too. <br /><br />Since I'm ten years older than Will, I know what you mean. We're obviously young at heart to attract younger men. :)<br /><br />Thanks for all your support.Becky Carletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13734821181452228650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498105551688934461.post-47076624715222117032011-10-07T21:09:15.808-05:002011-10-07T21:09:15.808-05:00It's hard for me to say "what I think of ...It's hard for me to say "what I think of you", as I only know you through FB. :) And I appreciate the way you can point out your own insecurities~~in a way that shows me you truly are secure! Make sense? I enjoy your writing or I wouldn't take the time to read it. And I also enjoy you sharing your parenting and your interpretation of Kate's point of view. Kind of makes me wish I'd waited until I was older to have my girls rather then 21 & 22. I don't think my age bothered me until this year when I turned 55. Since I am a wife 13 years senior to my husband. All of a sudden, at 55~~it seems like 13 years older is a much bigger difference then what it was 9 years ago. haha Keep up the good work lady!Kellihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14885406030362253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498105551688934461.post-22680495451896356862011-09-29T08:50:47.967-05:002011-09-29T08:50:47.967-05:00Wow, you are majorly enabling my addiction to flat...Wow, you are majorly enabling my addiction to flattery. I feel high again, floating away on a stream of compliments.<br /><br />I'll try to poke my head out of my shell a little more, because you're right. The people I love love me not because I'm perfect but because I'm me. Plus, if I ever did develop rosacea on my vajayjay, I already have a prescription to metronidazole cream for my face, so hey, kill two burns with one cream.Becky Carletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13734821181452228650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498105551688934461.post-50298132902433413562011-09-29T01:17:44.771-05:002011-09-29T01:17:44.771-05:00First off, I'm not generally a flatterererer (...First off, I'm not generally a flatterererer (hehe)so you can take the following as the truth.<br />I agree about you looking waaaay younger than 40. I enjoy your writing. I can identify with it, so on two levels this should be satisfying. 1. You're not alone. 2. Writers are successful when readers identify with their writing, right?<br />I think you are a confident woman. SO you must have your shit together. At least a little, for me to have believed that all this time. <br />Even if your writing was bad (which it isn't) isn't it soothing to know you have that list of people who support you regardless? Do you think any less of the people you fakompliment when you fakompliment them? (See now I'm thinking of the same paradox you have.) I don't think less of people when they make mistakes, or aren't as great as they'd like to be, but maybe they think less of me when I'm not so successful? Eek. Not going there...<br />The only time when I do get irritated is when you crawl in your shell and shy away from spending time with people. I understand. I've been there, but I also want you to know I wouldn't care if you showed up naked with rosacea on your vajayjay. I wouldn't bat an eye. I might look away, but I love you the same, and don't find fault with it. <br />You are a smart and beautiful woman. A great mom, and awesome wife. But, like me, you don't LISTEN to those words, they are too quickly drowned out by one misinterpretation from another, or by your own self doubt. Stop it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com