Hey Pandas, When And How Have You Turned An Insult Into A Compliment? (Closed)

I was told that I was "too good" with customers. Apparently I was making my coworkers look bad. I was able to offer three best customer service without spending more time. My previous manager wanted me to train the team on the shortcuts I had to make that possible (I also had the lowest returns and highest sales).
My new manager though told me off for it. I literally took that performance evaluation and attached it to my resume. It's currently framed in my home office.

When I was 9 my mum called me useless. I was so surprised and hurt, all I could do was say "oh okay, I'm sorry you feel that way. "...I stopped doing my chores.

I was supposed to make dinner for people coming over that evening-- oops, too bad I'm useless. I was supposed to do the dishes as well. I was supposed to vacuum as our dogs were blowing their winter coats... welp.

Cut to 6 if my parents friends coming over and eating hastily ordered pizza on paperplates while black tumbleweeds of fur drifted by.

When questioned because obviously my parents were fuming. I was like "if Mum thought I was useless before I wanted her to know how useless I could be. "... it became a two week stand off where I had to hope the attrition would get my result before being in trouble fully wore me down (I was not a defiant child usually).

Dishes weren't done, my mum didn't get breakfast in bed, Vacuuming wasn't done, bathrooms weren't cleaned, laundry wasn't done. I was grounded so no tv or computer but I could still read which I liked doing. I finally got a pseudo-apology from my dad on behalf of my mum and I realised that was as good as it would get so went back to doing literally all the chores in the house.

Context: When I was 8 y. o., my mother put an alcohol pot on the burning stove. She wanted to heat the alcohol but didn't think it was fuel. When it reached the boiling point, it blew off with tremendous strength. The explosion shattered the apartment and made big holes in the interior walls; miraculously, nobody was hurt.
Throughout childhood until college period and even after, my mother used to insult, mock and humiliate me. She was never supportive, affectionate or kind. I'd get beaten, punished or criticized for very minor things or for no reason. I learned to act and hide, and over the years I grew bitter and resentful.

Once (I was a teenager already) she argued with me over a trifle and snapped at me: "You are so stupid and pathetic, that I wonder who in the family you inherited? If you had inherited me, you would have been smarter!"
I literally lost it. I head myself saying: "I may be "stupid", but I cannot compete with you! you put alcohol on fire and blew up the walls, remember? that's a sign of how "smart" you are! I'm glad I didn't inherit you!!"

She stared in disbelief, then yelled hysterically and threatened me, but had no response to what I had said. Since that day I've been repeating myself that I am a good person and I deserve respect, so that I'd never forget it again.

someone asked if I was weird and remembering an episode of Ever After High, and I said "Why yes and thank you for noticing."

I was called lazy; so I procrastinated.

My mom kept fussing and teasing about me living with my boyfriend saying we were living in sin due to not being married. After a few times, I started saying back that I was born a bastard (out of wedlock) so I didn't think living together was so bad.

The whole being called a nerd. I like it because it means I’m smart and my hard work is paying off. So I’ll say just that

My parents were horrifically abusive. I stopped talking to them when I became an adult. Years later when I became a parent they somehow found out and also found my email and sent me a message telling me I was not only a horrible person but a horrible parent.

I just laughed like if they thought I was a good parent or a good person I’d be worried

I am called weird by koreans literally all the time. I guess it's because I don't speak Korean well even though I am half Korean. Then I met this korean girl who speaks and likes English better and so we got along well. I never get mad or sad when I get called weird, I actually love being called weird you know, especially by those mean people , you wanna know why? It's because it means they think I'm different then them and it technically means they think I'm not mean. When korean people say it makes me feel over the rainbow. I don't like being korean. I seriously don't get why they are so mean to each other but always needs them. I would hate it if anyone even say I look like a Korean person. Even when my friends say I'm weird I still love it I also don't know why but usually after they say I'm weird I tell them 'thank you'.

Insult: "You're so annoying,"

Me: "Thanks! I do great impressions, I guess! I was trying to act like you today.

People call me gay as an insult, but I am.

Teacher here: Student called me a b**ch and I said “you’re exactly right and you’re gonna find out how much of one if you don’t straighten up”

I was called a psychopath so I took the trail less traveled

got called emo. rolled my eyes. watched his smirk turn into a look of shock.

Smith is my last name unique last name someone said your first name is so original “ Annalicia!”

I get called “weird” an awful lot, but to me and my family, weird is a compliment, because being normal is scary, but being weird is better than mindless conformity.

Weird just means unique ;)