Blasphemy, apparently.

Last night, I mentioned to my roommate that I’ve been trying to get myself to compliment people more often, whether it be for a job well done or just that they look nice today. There is already too much negativity, and sometimes an unexpected compliment can brighten someone’s day.

Her reaction?

“Are you feeling OK?”

Hum. Well, that speaks volumes about the kind of person I used to be and the obstacles I still face to become the sort of person I admire. Sometimes I feel like some of the people around me are holding me back. I don’t want to be a gossip, but one good friend loves gossip. I want to generally be more positive, but my roommate is rather snarky. I want to be more sensitive but someone closest to me can be rather callous.

Half the time I end up censoring myself when it comes to matters of being, lest I be ridiculed or checked for a fever.

I actually found last night’s exchange rather depressing, after the fact.

So it goes.