The best compliments I have received are about my writing and in case you never knew; I appreciate each and every one of those; little signs of affirmation that someone else apart from me loves what I read… It’s a Love Language and if you want to learn more about this blogger’s love language click on the link below.
One of the memorable compliments I read all year was shared by *someone who was trying to visualize the person behind the blog:
“When I first read your poetry hmmmm you seemed like a young lad with a six pack, bald with a bushy beard sitting behind a computer….
I listened to the voice and it was not an ordinary 20 year old but a 20 Fine that had mastered the taste of words; and twirls with words.
Then I saw your pictures…
I convinced myself that you were young with just a few greys peeping…. (I love to understand my writers by imagining them)
Then once you wrote and mentioned your age;… and I was like damn; he has fine taste like he is 85 and has mastered the taste of every coffee and can define it by its scent while it brews.
Like that man that will just inhale his red wine and tell… this was a good year”
Wow!!!!!! Right? ^_^
Ever read or hear something about yourself that makes you want to meet the person being described?
That was me, when I read that; I found it too good to not share on my blog so here it is (If you read this I am sorry but I did say this was definitely going on my blog…. Anyway I will keep it anonymous for now )
I am not a journalist and never think of my blog as somewhere you can find news and current affairs but I have seen comments from people, who tell me they rely on my blog to find out the news and the real situation on the ground (at least from my perspective)
Sometimes when I wonder if anyone ever notices me when I feel like a black and white character in a world full of colour then I look back at moments like this and I think; yes, this is exactly where I should be…..
PS I love compliments of hair too haha!