My husband has heard me compliment strangers countless times. I always lean over and say, “She is so pretty, I love his glasses, her hair is so cute, that coat is adorable,” etc. He almost always responds with, “Well go tell (insert-gender-appropriate-pronoun-here), because everyone likes to be told something nice.” I rarely ever do, because I am basically scared of all people, and I don’t want to seem creepy complimenting a stranger. However, strangers have complimented me before, and I just thought it was really sweet. So why I assume it is sweet when others do it, but I would be creepy? I have no idea.
This past Saturday, I volunteered to serve wine for a silent auction benefit dinner at the local art museum. This doesn’t count as going out of my comfort zone, even though it was, because I have done this before. What I did intentionally try to do was compliment people I didn’t know who did have hair, glasses, shoes, etc, I genuinely liked. I felt awkward and a bit nerdy, but I guess when it comes down to it–who doesn’t like a compliment, right?