I am not the type of girl that gets many compliments. Especially from strangers. Just rarely happens. One friend stated it may be because I scare the hell out of people. Hmm…I should work on that.
There are a few areas of my life that I can guarantee that people will remark on.
- They hear me sing, they are usually impressed (Unless they let their dislike of “That kind of sound” interfere). Usually though, just knowing a human that can produce that kinda sound up close usually gets a “Cool” even if they don’t like opera. I don’t even really dig opera that much and I sing it. Weird, like me. Probably my favorite comment ever is from Little Amy …”It’s like when someone is trying to fake sing opera in the shower…Except you can do it FOR REALS”.
- I can be amusing from time to time. People seem to like this blog. When you are physically with me it is sort of like having your own traveling TV show with you. Problem is, you can’t mute the damn thing or have any control of how random or frequent the channel surfing is. That can get annoying.
- There was drug-dealing Fernando and his obsession with my fucking eyes but as I tend to try and repress those memories, let’s just skip that for now. Adam loved my smile. Let’s also skip that one as well. Jonathan loves my boobs, but he also has a penis and as far as I can tell isn’t gay, so that is sort of a given.
- At least my PLP loves me. WINK.
The IS one very strange thing that I have been complimented on about 8 or so times by complete strangers. This is just a further illustration of the strangeness of being me. Wanna know the ONE PHYSICAL body part that has been so stunning, weird and unusual it garners comments of adoration from complete strangers???!
Sad, but true.
I have the strangest hairline known to man. It breaks off in little short hairs and is just WEIRD. I have cowlicks and strange waves. I look like crap when trying to pull my hair back in a pony tail because all the little hairs stick up in all directions. This issue will be addressed at my next hair appointment on the 5th.
When I broke my nose and had to have surgery, the nurse told me there was a large argument in the operating room because the surgeon wanted to shave my forehead to put on the T-Bandage. The nurses threatened to harm him…Apparently they liked my hairline enough to intervene.
I’ve had people at bus stops,random men, co-workers and even a few woman just come up and say they really like my hairline.
The Wigmaker for the Metropolitan Opera Company made a custom wig for me for a production I was in (La Traviata)once and he sent a note stating that my hairline was anything BUT desirable. “Frustrating” was the term he used, I believe. I could tell. My wig (PLATINUM BLONDE…yah…I looked really natural in that) came back with an explosion of little curls clustered at the front and down the sides of my forehead. I looked like a damn poodle.
Oh, well. I guess it is better than people telling me I have a “Sweet Spirit”.