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Compliments.

Recently a friend and a coworker had this conversation about me… in front of me.

The three of us had been jokingly discussing someone we thought might be hinting at something.
Knowing there is always some truth in jest, the friend asked me if I’d been hinting at anything lately.
I didn’t get to respond - I got cut off by the following dialog:

“Jodi doesn’t usually HINT,” my coworker said.
“I know,” said my friend. “She usually drops the ‘N’!

Translation: I tend to hit, not hint.

I drop the bomb straight on its target. I tell it like it is.
I don’t make you guess at what I mean.
If it’s not perfectly clear, you weren’t listening.

Which brings to mind another fairly recent, and also amusing description of me. This one was offered by someone who knew me better than anyone else in one particular group. It was given to a bunch of folks who didn’t know me quite so well, directly after I rather directly rendered a rather unpopular verdict.

“Jodi is like the Christmas present you get wrapped up in the Sunday comics,” he explained, with a laugh.
“No frills, straight up! You know it’s what inside that counts, and you always know what you’re getting is gonna be real.”

I’m gonna continue to think of these as compliments.
It’s good to be loved for who you are.