Praise?

I am a girl with high expectations, but I do not expect anything from anybody. And I have finally got the grasp of being sweet natured, well, at least sometimes. However, I'm not stupid. I may drag myself around as if I were some loony retarded woman. But appearance is not always what it looks like. I have a problem with people who try to put me down, only to praise me the next second. Let's get real, I know I'm good, I do not need praise. Yeah I know this is being terribly big-headed, but I'm not scared of big, and I am just saying it as it really is. And since I know who is reading my blog, who incessantly tries to turn his monitor on which my blog is plastered, away from me the minute I pop up, I'm saying it in here. Informing me that I have a way with little people will not make me stare in wonder and be so grateful that I suddenly turn into an obedient puppy. I know all about that. It doesn't take genius to see that little people like me for some reason or other. But do not try putting me down on something which isn't my fault then praise me as if to put soothing lavender oil on my pretty skin. I don't need the oil, my skin is pretty enough already, I'm 35 and my skin could pass for 25 (that you dad for your genes). Trying to stab someone then put Elastoplast on it is nonsense. And no I will not allow the perpetrator to kiss it better. A kiss? Hell no. You see, a kiss is so personal. A kiss could be so soft to the touch, or sexy to the tongue, or so foul tasting you just want to puke into the other's mouth. It can be that good or that bad. Because although most times I look as if I haven't got at least half a brain to save my life, think again. You don't need to get so excited. Although I can understand that I do not look the part. And I never will. And I don't aspire to look the part, but rather carry out the part nonetheless. And that is confusing. To you. Because you're probably a bad bad kisser.