The Reverse Side of the Compliment.

Time to have salt rubbed into the wound today. Well, several different wounds actually, but let’s stick with the main one for now and consider something mildly interesting.

I had resolved not to tell you this, but I feel you can handle anything as long as it’s true.

Coming from the only person for whom you’ve ever felt a sense of reverence, that’s a compliment, right? Right. It’s also akin to a form of blackmail, because one possible translation would run thus:

The one good thing you have to take from this is that I hold you in high esteem. Should you fail to handle what I have to throw at you, that esteem will slip and you will be left with nothing.

It wasn’t meant that way, of course, which is why the sense of reverence is undimmed and possibly even tightened a notch. But it still puts you one the spot, doesn’t it? It’s still interesting.

I must stop pestering this blog with woeful whinges. Lunch is a bagel.