A great smile and interesting hair often elicit a comment, but I'm also often impressed with eyes, hands, rings, earrings, unusual clothing choices. Yesterday, a young man whose hair was shaved on the sides with about 2 inches of pink hair standing at attention on top was working near by and when I said (from my social distance) "I like your hair," his grin was a little joy in my morning. He leaned over and showed me his dark roots. :)
So this morning, I read this article in The Guardian about Complimenting Strangers. I knew exactly what she was talking about.
I like her style: “I’m loving everything that’s happening here,” I said, walking past a fabulously non-binary person in a body-conscious gold jumpsuit and coordinated vest. I splayed my fingers and waved my arm like a grand old dame, from sky to sidewalk. “Everything!” I crowed over my shoulder, speed-walking on in my orthopedic Adidas high tops. Grand old dame likes everything that’s happening here, people! Everything! I barely looked back to see what the reaction was, but I’m pretty sure I at least got a smile. (I'm not sure I could work up to that level, but I love it.)
There is a self-serving element in the compliments. Making them feel good makes you feel good. But complimenting others isn’t a completely selfish act. Dr Alex Lickerman, co-author of The Ten Worlds: The New Psychology of Happiness, tried smiling at and positively engaging with service workers he saw regularly, and discovered that their demeanor seemed to change overall. He observed that workers who’d been reserved or even sullen began to engage more positively and happily with other customers (although Lickerman noted that there was an initial period of feeling like he was weirding out service workers when he was friendly with them).
After mailing Penne's letter the other day,
I thought of something I forgot to tell her.
So I made a postcard to tell her about an author she'd like,
because I knew I'd forget before the next letter.
I'm off to work on a couple of more letters and postcards now. Hester asked for some of the old envelopes, and I want to get them off to her this week. Also need to order more stamps.
Wow! From funny to frightening! :)
Love the bird dog.