If you’re not good at it when it matters, you’re not good at it period, sorry not sorry! But hey, at least you got lucky. I guess I’d copy your face. Or your body. Or your talent. Or your social prowess. There, that ought to be enough to keep you from outright asking me to compliment you again for a long time.
Okay, false. That would be like saying if I panicked and bombed an archery contest that I wasn’t good at it the rest of the time -- yeah, it sucks that I crumbled under pressure, but if someone needed a lesson they could still come to me and I could like, guide them towards becoming their best archer selves. Also, did you forget the part where it worked for me? I could have given you false expectations on how to interact with DJ or something! Your face is great, your body’s great, and your social life seems fine, but thanks for the compliments, I guess? They felt more like they were putting you down than putting me up, though, we should work on that.