Here’s a thing you need to understand about people: they’re dicks. Yeah, they can be situationally decent human beings when they’re scared or in love, and there are a few outlier saints who walk among us, but in general… pretty much dicks. Men, women, children, cats… all dicks. Self-centered, myopic, befuddled, belligerent dicks.
So every time you get the sense that the attention coming your way is an artifact of compassion rather than honesty, ask yourself this: what are the chances that some dick knows and cares enough about me to bother paying me a false compliment? How does it profit a dick to pity me?
I believe you’ll find the answers to be “close to non-existent” and “it doesn’t”. Internalize that, and you’re on your way.
Or if that sounds like too much work, you can always send me a few photos and see what I think… I promise not to pity you at all.
Not even a little.