"NERD? I prefer the term Intellectual Badass!"
"I beg your pardon, can I take a pic of your t-shirt?"
Long, awkward silence follows.
"What for?" (the young man that crossed my path on the street is now looking at me, very skeptical and mistrustful)
"Because it's super cool!" (and of course for the blog, for all of you, folks...)
He smiles like I would have said, he would be the most handsome man in the world. Literally, his smile is shining and all that jazz. And then...
[Here you have it, anyway. And even in purple...
But it is not the same feeling as taking a pic on the street...
Image credit: Spreadshirt Media]
He looks at me, suddenly shy and insecure again, and goes: "No, I'm sorry", then he turns away and leaves, as fast as he can, without giving me the time necessary for saying something, anything.
And I stay there for a minute, puzzled and busy while asking myself why accepting a compliment, no strings attached, is so hard and icky for so many people and how is it possible that a terrific smiling face could turn into a suspicious scared face within a couple of seconds...
(To be continued)
Tags: T-shirts wisdom, Accepting compliments, Self-esteem, Human dynamics
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