I always compliment the waiter is the food is good, they are usually happy to hear it, especially in small places where the chef is their partner
there is always some part of me that gets mad at wholesome stuff like this. Why tf am i like this, it's a small nice story damn it.
Maybe it's seeing other people having a good time when you're miserable?
Not saying that as an insult, by the way; that's at least how I feel, because I also sometimes get that weird pang of irrational bitterness seeing stuff like this. It's sweet and wholesome, but I think maybe a part of me is jealous from not having that sort of experience in my own life. It's part of the reason why I ditched traditional social media, because I can't help but compare my life to everyone else on my feed. I just want my own wholesome moments once in a while, y'know?
Maybe I'm just projecting, lol.
My brother was a big fan of the band Swans. I liked some of their stuff, I could see where it was meant to be entrancing and jarring and I quite liked it. But there was one particular song, God Damn the Sun, that he absolutely adored and I never understood. It felt like someone just whining for the sake of whining, lashing out at everyone just to be a dick.
I didn't get it until 3 summers ago when my brother died. It was unexpected, and it hit me like a truck. For a couple weeks I just didn't really participate or form new memories, I just kinda sat on the sidelines and watched everyone else be a part of life. For those first couple weeks I was indifferent, everyone else was just in a different world than the one I was in. But after that, for a few months, maybe even about a year, I was actually really fucking angry. Like, at everyone. The dawn is breaking, the dusk is fading, people are going to work in the morning and then coming home to be with their families like it's a normal day. Couldn't they see? The whole world is over but they're acting like it's not. Fuck them. God damn the sun, god damn anyone who says a kind word.
It comes from a place of hurt, of lack, of want. All you can do is catch it as it happens and realize that while your anger is real, and needs to be felt, the people that you're angry at didn't do anything wrong and don't deserve to be shit on.
Accept those thoughts as a part of you, at least when they come to the surface. Try to picture yourself as two persons, one persons is the one you want to be and the other is all the traits you don't like about yourself. Try to picture the latter just sitting in a chair, loudly complaining like a Karen. Don't pay any attention to them, just let them rage in silence. The point is not to fight these thoughts because then, you already acknowledge that they hold power over you. But you shouldn't dwell on them either, just acknowledge them, then let them fade into nothingness. In time, this person's whining and screaming will get more and more silent, until it will eventually become just a whisper. It will never truly go away, but it won't make you question yourself anymore.
I know it sounds stupid and what you'd expect a shrink to say, but it really does work. It takes a lot of learning to let go of stuff though.
I love this idea. It’s essentially externalizing those thoughts you want to stop having in an easy to imagine way. Thank you!
Me too. For me, this feels one dimensional, like a story where everything is good and wholesome, and nothing bad ever happens. It feels incomplete.
Oooooooh I have a similar story.
Went to this awesome winery for a lunch, and one of the courses had some special kind of leaves that taste like oysters.
They were delicious, and the waitress was the one who grew them in her garden! She was stoked that we said so. She didn't have photos but it was a real cool experience.
I'm really intrigued. Do these look familiar?
Yes! Very similar to that.
In Greece I had the geezer dip out back and come back with 4 litres from the family trees, poured into old water bottles. Good shit. Peppery.
Us butter Europeans don't know the first thing about how serious olive oil Europeans take their oily substance.
And us corn/soy oil Americans have no clue what's going on over there. Too busy eating our garbage margarine .
That sounds absolutely amazing
You got the full pappou treatment.
You mamma’d his mia
Those trees might have been living with the same family for centuries.
For some of us there is no better way to love everyone than to feed everyone with our absolute finest.
Fuck ice buckets. Compliment someone a day for a week challenge.
Looking at you, Tokkers. My online existence isn't powerful enough and I am only here for the sarcasm and crushing of grapes and fascism when time is available.
Bonus points if it is without any context.
IE: Step on to an elevator. Standing staring at the back and just say "you all look great today". don't move until top floor or until car is empty.
I (m) like to compliment guys on there cars. They always like that and you can see there eyes change when they realize what I say.
I have my ears stretched to 16mm (it's sizeable, but not overly large) and I will 100% of the time go out of my way to compliment others about their stretched ears. Those of us with larger gauge sizes have been at this for a lot of years and it's a ton of effort and care. Every single time I end up with a beaming smile in my direction. I know the (very very infrequent) times I get a compliment on them I react the same way.
Everybody is proud of something they've done and compliments are free. So why not make somebody's day.
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A Reddit comment from user bumblegadget_: My mom and I took a trip to Florence, and at one restaurant the olive oil they served with the bread was incredible and she told our waiter so - he absolutely beamed and whipped out his phone. Turns out he and his family grew the olives and made the olive oil themselves, he was showing us the pictures from his orchard like a man showing off pictures of his firstborn grandchild.
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