Training

I work in a job where we are sent to trainings twice a year. Today I spent an entire day in training. We were a group of sixteen strangers. The training was about self-conception, our effect on the parents, and the use of verbal and nonverbal communication.

One exercise this morning was very uplifting. A stranger sat across from us. Facing one another, the stranger had one minute to compliment me. This was done twice. So… I had two minutes of compliments today and also gave two minutes of compliments.

Here are some things these strangers said to me which left an impact (or got me thinking). One man and one woman made these statements.

  • There is something mysterious about you
  • Very open and welcoming
  • Warm
  • Gentle
  • Humourous
  • Bright smile
  • Beautiful eyes
  • Curvy (yes… That too was meant to be a compliment)
  • I feel safe and accepted just sitting face to face with you
  • Very high tolerance for everyone, regardless of gender or anything else
  • Dynamic
  • Available to your friends
  • We could talk for hours on end if we met for a drink
  • Outgoing
  • Intelligent
  • Interested
  • Calm
  • At ease with yourself
  • There for your friends
  • You seem to be a person with a positive attitude who can find a solution to every problem
  • Would love to work with you
  • Beautiful when you smile

These are the ones I remember. The ‘you’ is me, of course. These things were said to me by people who I had never met before. It’s incredible how uplifting this exercise was. And, I recognise myself in the things they said, too.

I do want to add though: what is mysterious about me? Can anyone explain this to me? I’ve been told this more than once and I don’t know what to make of it.

Also, try to pay compliments to a stranger for an entire minute. It’s long…

Anyway, this made my day and I wanted to share.

xx

Cathy

But…

Damaged

But not broken

Bruised

But not bleeding

Happy

But not smiling

Sad

But not crying

Thinking

But not speaking

Scared

But not hiding

Love

But not them

Here

But not there

Silent

But not inside

Empty

But filled with emotions

Dreaming

But not sleeping

Apathetic

But full of passion

Lost

But not when you are there.

This love has died

I felt your kisses and wanted more

But there was blood on your hands

You killed my heart and buried my soul.

No one will have me after we are through

And while I was damaged when we met

I am broken now that you left.

I look at the approaching pavement;

You killed me with your love.

I should not have given in to sin

But I was weak

For you, I would have been everything

And now

I am gone.

This love has died

But there will be redemption and I will be born again.

Shiny and new,

And not there for you.

Wrong

​Wrong looks
Wrong words
Wrong thoughts
Wrong lives
Everything wrong.

Cast them out
Don’t allow them into our circle
They will infect our perfect world with imperfections.

What’s wrong with me?
Who made me this kind of wrong?
Why can’t my thoughts be less wrong?
Will I ever learn how not to be wrong?

I was wrong for too long.
It left me raw.
In their eyes my kind of wrong will never be right.

Judgement
Assessment
A leer
A sneer.

Turn life off. This is all wrong.

Just a comment

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I’m just too proud about this one not to share.
I remember this story very well. I saw the movie ‘Once’ with Glen Hansard and felt inspired. It took me only two hours to write. From the start, I was drawn to that character and when the readers had nothing but praise for the Busker, I knew that I wrote a gem. What touches me about this comment here is that it feels as if I have made an impact. With my words and my imagination. It’s just an amazing feeling.

Link (of an unedited version – there are a couple of typos left in this one):
https://micqu.wordpress.com/2015/06/03/the-busker/