She seemed to be quite proud of it and I knew she tried, so I didn’t give her a hard time about it. But another friend who came along started giving her compliments after compliments, “This is so delicious!”, “I didn’t know you can cook so well”, “Can you give me the recipe”, etc etc. And all this she said without a hint of sarcasm.
I nearly choked. I couldn’t very well give similar compliments because it’s not true. But on the other hand, I couldn’t tell the truth either and burst her bubble. There was no correct way to tell her that her cooking sucks. Besides, I didn’t know her all that well to be so upfront with her like that. So, I kept quiet and continued chewing on what I could only describe as white noodles served with tap water sprinkled with lime and salt.
What bothered me though, was my other friend who was giving her compliments that she didn’t deserve. Yeah, maybe my friend was just being nice. But did she have to lie in order to be nice?
This reminds me of those scenes in so many TV shows where the men were faced with the dreaded question of “Do you think I look fat in this?” or any variation thereto. I have always thought that you should tell the truth, no matter what. But if the truth may not be pleasant, then it’s nice not say anything at all. Of course, some men out there might beg to differ in this. They have their reasons I’m sure.
As for me, my compliments are hard to come by. Not that I’m very hard to please, it’s just that, in most circumstances, when I don’t like something, I can’t pretend that I do. I can restrain myself from being nasty but I cannot, for the life of me, fake niceness.
If I give you a compliment, for whatever reason, trust me, it’s sincere and came straight from the heart. But if you are expecting one, and I said nothing, please don’t get angry. Perhaps I was just being nice to you.