Prompted by a post elsewhere on the web:
I was pondering on things people have said about myself (not necessarily directly to me).
A guy I was dating a few years ago was told something by an acquaintance from a few years before, who also knew him. It was someone I had interacted with on a local web forum and had also met at the occasional meet up for people on the site. (no animosity between us).
One of the things she supposedly said was that I was “very outspoken”.
It comes to my mind from time to time, because I still wonder whether it was meant in a good way or bad. Maybe she was referring to posts I wrote on the forum. I would say what I thought about a subject, but I certainly would not say anything to offend people, and always double checked my posts before I pressed the publish button in case whatever I wrote was coming across as pompous or rude.
People I have asked about it since all seem to be in agreement that I have never seemed outspoken in a bad way. That it is good to say what you really think about things rather than shy away from the truth.
From the stepfather of an ex, who I had just split up with. He told me that I was a very strong, capable woman who came across as confident.
I hadn’t thought of myself that way before. It certainly changed the way I looked at myself in the future. Sort of a turning point for me.
Being called a swat at college about ten years ago, because I used my coffee break to catch up on some maths revision, rather than go to the canteen. The tutor reprimanded the person who said it and told her it was an offensive thing to say. I honestly didn’t have a problem with that comment. There are worse things to be called after all.
My father, who wouldn’t let me help with painting in the house and little DIY jobs, although my brother (younger) was allowed to. Reason? I was a girl and it was a men’s work. Well it was the early sixties I suppose. I always wanted Meccano and Lego too, but never got them. I had to play with my brother’s.
Funnily enough, I was the one who ended up doing all the household decorating in her home, whilst brother couldn’t do it for toffee when he got older. Nor was he any good at putting up shelves…