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I don't *like* insults, but I think I get more from them. If anything, they are a motivator to not be so much the way the insulter has accused me of being. Unless, of course, the insulter is full of shit.
Compliments are difficult, because I often second guess, don't understand, don't feel deserving of or become suspicious of the intent of the complimenter. Usually, i can take them well, but inside, I never allow myself enough indulgence to actually, truly believe them. Sadly, I know this very well about myself, I know why it's that way, and the truth doesn't make me feel any better. I haven't figured out how to reprogram myself the right way.
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