I have to admit that it’s hard on me sometimes that you’re so negative. It’s particularly difficult for me that you’re so hard on yourself. That you have a difficult time seeing your greatness. Really understanding what makes you wonderful.
It’s wild to me sometimes how the most amazing people don’t think they’re anything special. Meanwhile, the hateful blandos are the ones convinced they’re superstars. The confidence and the actual coolness all got mixed up at the factory. Everything’s in the wrong bottle. Mislabeled. We’re all fumbling in the dark with no idea of who we actually are outside of our own minds and what other people tell us, always subject to the whims of unreliable narrators.
Look, I respect you. I do. Even if some days you can’t see that you’re worthy of that respect. I never lose sight of it. That you are amazing and you deserve all the happiness you’ve managed in your life.
Maybe you’ll never see your own goodness. Maybe you’ll never understand why other people love you. That’s okay. I’ll still be here, cheering you on, pointing out your strengths, and enjoying the immense pleasure of your incredible company. For as long as you’ll have me of course.
And all the while I’ll try to appreciate the flipside of your negativity: You’re one of those important people who keep me grounded. Someone who isn’t afraid to tell me when you think something is a bad idea, even when it’s not what I want to hear.
The best thing about someone like you is that when you tell me something came out well, I believe you. I know you’re not just being nice. You don’t do that. You don’t just say things to be nice. Positivity doesn’t come easy to you, so when you pay me a compliment, it’s easy to believe you.