Devious Journal Entry

Why do I get the oddest compliments? I suppose it's fitting, since I'm not one to react with normalcy to the average type of —praise… however, the stranger they are, the harder it is to have a—proper reaction.

Today, a woman, who was too shy to tell me herself, complimented my skin tone. Needless to say, it took me a bit to find a suitable response to this. I don't think I even said "thanks" — I mean, was I supposed to?

I have no interest in skin pigmentation. Really. Mine is pale, and its tonality changes from pasty to worrisome sickly. If ill, taking shades of yellow and gray. Don't think I could find that any bit peculiar, nor a target for flattery. Specially if you count that I am impossible to tan, I simply burn (bright sore reds and pinks, then, it peels.) Plus those black circles around my eyes.

Now, don't get me wrong. I have no inhibitions when it comes to my physical appearance. Never have. But I don't quite understand what's the allure.

(I do admit to be a bit of a narcissist, but I find it to be more on the side of apathetic contentment and self-reliant confidence rather than mere vanity.)

Other received odd ones I can remember at the moment:

- My teeth are quite white.
- My age does not show accurately.
- My arms are rather "smooth" (according to a nurse.)
- My chest is comfortable to sleep on.
- My voice commands authority.
- My face is "terribly" expressive.