Compliment slip-up
Sometimes, the strange way in which my mind works worries me almost as much as I can tell it worries you.
Over the past few weeks, my brain has sadly been lying almost dormant. Vacant, even. So on the rare occasions when I’ve been provoked into thought by a few words or a sentence that somebody has said, I’ve found myself on the verge of paying them an honest and deeply-felt compliment — in my own unique style. Somehow, the exact phrase has never made it out of my mouth, because it just seemed inappropriate:
“I admire you so much. I want to suck all the blood out of your head and ingest your thoughts.”
These people know me. I’m sure they would realise that I meant it in a caring and not at all scary way. But it’s a little too much, isn’t it?