Someone asked me what the best compliment I’ve ever received was, and I’m not sure about best, but definitely the weirdest compliment that’s weirdly come up more than once, is that I’m “graceful”.
This is not something that’s been said to me while I’m like dancing or anything, just walking around like a normal person. Once it happened at and old job of mine. It was lunch time, I got up, clocked out, got my cup o’ noodles, filled it with hot water from the coffee machine, and I was leaning against the cabinet in the break room waiting for the steam to soften my noodles when one of my co-workers asks me “Are you a dancer?” I make my where did that come from face and say “No. Why?” and she says “I don’t know, you just seem very graceful. The way you move.” and I’m like “Oh… uh… thank you?” I honestly don’t know what to make of that.
The question “Are you a dancer?” and the specific word “graceful” have both come up a couple times in contexts where I’m just walking around or getting on a bus or something random. Which leads me to believe that I’m somehow Fred Astaire-ing all over the place without even being aware of it. I’m involuntarily tap dancing every where I go and people are like “Wow, he’s so graceful, he must be some kind of professional dancing person, I should ask him about it!”
It’s a weird thing to be told, because I feel like I’m a clumsy oaf, I’m always tripping on raised sections of sidewalk, or just my own dumb floppy feet, so I don’t know, this is a mystery to me. Once, no joke, a friend of mine remarked “I bet your graceful in bed.” which feels really absurd to me, because a man “in bed” is probably the least graceful thing I can think of. Well, I guess I do sorta like to incorporate some adagio techniques in bed.