You claim that I am so I’ll enjoy the applause even if it’s more of a hit. Yes, some will claim it’s sarcasm thrown at my mirror but since you’re glass is shattered I’ll except it as real. Really, it doesn’t matter because I spend so much time looking at my faults that “perfect” in anyway is something I’d like to absorb. In other words I’m perfectly accepting your “compliment” even if it’s not meant to be so.