“I want you to know, I appreciate you.”
When someone says this to me, even if we aren’t that close, I can’t help but be a little underwhelmed. Who says that kind of shit anyway? ‘I appreciate you?’ It’s not like they’re thanking me for holding the door for them or watching their cat when they go out of town.
‘I appreciate you.’ On the surface, you might think that it’s a nice compliment. In reality, it’s the limp dick of endearments. It makes a nice sound, but when all is said and done, the most remarkable thing about it is the echoing emptiness of it. Imagine if someone you know looked at you very seriously and then said, “I want to give you something that shows how much I value you.” And what they hand you is a crumpled receipt from the gas station or an old candy wrapper. It’s a phrase that makes me feel like a permanent stranger–the brown scented dry-erase marker equivalent of an acquaintance.
But I want you to know, I appreciate you. Bub.