Day 22

So I was talking to one of my friends on the phone and he made me realize something about myself; I don't really know how to take compliments well.

To me, it's strange for a guy to say that I'm cute or something because it doesn't happen often. The only people who have consistently said that I was cute are my family, but I don't think that counts. I just don't get compliments about my looks often so it makes me slightly uncomfortable. Not necessarily a bad uncomfortable, just awkward uncomfortable.

I think that the last time someone told me that I was cute was on the bus in the 6th grade. I remember I was wearing a pink shirt and I'm pretty sure that it was near Valentine's Day because I had won a bear or something from one of my teachers. I can't remember what we were talking about, but I recall him saying that I was cute. I almost had a damn heart attack. No one had ever called me cute before, much less a BOY. Thinking back on it now, I was so retarded.

I guess as I'm getting older, more men are noticing me. Which is good, I guess. As much as I want to be noticed, I enjoy a certain amount of obscurity. I know that I can't have it both ways, so I'll have to find a balance of the two.