Daily: learn to accept praise

volunteering tonight was as enjoyable as it was partly due to the other that was helping at the bar with me. we talked a bit throughout the night. I guess due to her observations, she told me “you’re perfect.” I barely drink, don’t smoke, as she took a few breaks to. well I suppose perfect isn’t too bad to be called.

breaking up with me being the “biggest mistake of his life” was mentioned again tonight. to which his new roomie overheard and was curious. I hadn’t quite figured out why he didn’t just use my phone to call another to say he was on his way. oh yes, he didn’t want hear it again from the source. who could have mentioned it again, seeing a call from my phone. knowing it had to be my ex because I never call.

TNO tonight, volunteering. while trying to enjoy the different taste in music the dj was playing, and being a wallflower in the new, seemingly empty show in the gallery, a guest told me that I have “the most amazing legs” he’s ever seen.

a few events were going on tonight at the gallery. as one was leaving from the dance group in the theater, and I was by the front door clicking in the number of guests, he asked if I’d danced at all tonight. I told him no, I was first stationed to watch the gallery space, then to be at the front door as visitors went where they pleased. his reply, “you’d be good.” good at dancing? I don’t dance.

“looking at the crappy girls ive known. i value the times we hung out. and just talked and did artwork. like ur so easy going. just so easy to be around.” oh his lack of correct spelling. aw, well thank you to him. I guess my quiet nature has been noticed again.

today the doctor told me I could be a model. I’ve been seeing her for years, so she’s seen me grow up. too bad I’m not the sister that had an interest for modeling. I’ll continue to dress as I do, and maybe I don’t always look so ramshackled.

“you know how to hang.” “you do good.” and “looks like it was professionally hung.” “well it was.” I guess four years of experience makes me a professional in a gallery.

“your memory, gracie, is a thing of art.” I can’t help it if I rememeber the odd things that are more useless.

when one saw the drying mixed media, and then some others, she said they were “very Moreau-ish.” in style, not so much. symbolism maybe. although I wasn’t purposely using symbols.

“you have no hips.” that would explain it. ah well, I’ll accept it even though said in the context of looking down upon the appearance of my jeans. but that’s why some are layered upon girl boxer shorts and are somewhat secured with a belt.