Late today, I was walking down North Tce in the city, after enduring a whole day in a team planning session; the sort of day in which you examine team values and make pledges about future behaviour and how as a united team, you are going on to bigger and greater successes. I loathe these events and rarely fully participate with all the group hug activities, etc. It is a day to be endured. Consequently, I was relieved that the tedium was over and to be outside in the fresh air and sunshine but was still mulling over the events and processes of the day. A woman passed me, turned briefly and said,
“I like your outfit!”
before spearing off in a different direction and crossing the street. I was really chuffed. I wasn’t wearing anything special; it is an outfit that I have worn to work many times, but I was delighted all the same. I called out a ‘Thank you’ and smiled to myself. It quite lifted my mood and the frustrations of the day. What a nice thing she did.
Last weekend, I was at the Central Market, doing the weekly shopping – buying 500gm of turkey mince to be exact. As he casually weighed out my order, the man behind the counter looked over and said,
“I like your hair”.
I was astonished in a nice way. There was nothing particularly special about my hair that morning; I hadn’t just washed it or come from the hairdresser’s. It was just my ordinary hair. I was not expecting a compliment and it gave me a lovely emotional lift. I smiled and thanked him, and probably had a spring in my step as I continued with my shopping.
Then there was another occasion. Not long ago, I was walking through the city, and at a set of traffic lights, a man turned to look at me and said,
“That’s a really lovely broach that you’re wearing.” I have to agree that it was. Vintage and antique jewellery is one of my passions and this was a lovely American piece, probably from the thirties. My black jacket was a great foil for the delicate colouring. I was impressed that this man noticed it and made the comment.
Since today’s interaction, I have been turning over the issue of random and spontaneous compliments. Are they better when they come from strangers who have no vested interest in your reaction or is it better to receive them from nearest and dearest? Those random comments have the benefit of being totally unexpected and also convey greater sincerity. It seems that they do anyway.
Sometimes I give random compliments as well. I may see someone wearing something that I admire or doing something that impresses me and I will tell them so. I have not expected to be on the receiving end however and I like it. It is such an affirmative action, far more so than my team building session of the day.
Do you give random compliments and have you ever received unexpected compliments yourself? How did it happen? I would be fascinated to hear. Did receiving a compliment make you feel like passing it on to others?