Icy fingers.

Certain people praise too much of a simple action
Blow up a simple 'good job' into a 'wow',
Mesh it into a slimy goo called a 'compliment',

And throw it at you.

In return, you shiver a little
As you grab hold of it,
Unsure of what to do
You smile and the line 'don't say that' pops out like a deflated balloon.

It's nothing much,
But trying to take part in such conversations makes it clear-

'Your fingers are so slender. Mine are so fat.'

'Noooo.. Very nice what. Mine is ugly.'

'No, mine is uglier.'


Errrmaigord.

You're so good at drawing!

That was so smart!

Your voice!

 Why, thank you, but no thanks anyway.

We all know that while it may not have been too terrible,
It wasn't godly enough to be elevated to such a painful degree of lubrication.

A compliment is only one when it is heartfelt, true, and not overrated.

Similarly, exclaiming the exact same things at set intervals are just pinwheels spinning in the wind, colorful but invisible, pretty but never leaving an impression.

Taking part in activities such as these are fun since you get to meet new people, but many of them merge together and say so many standard things that sometimes the fun drains away while the discomfort sets in.

No, I'm not 'real' or anything.

I just don't like it, the way it works.



Still, I'm enjoying myself.

Still, I do not appreciate all these expected phrases.