When someone says to you "I'm proud of you!", how does that make you feel?

It makes me feel good most of the time.

Well, unless I did something bad by accident and the Grand Dragon of the KKK told me he was proud of me. In that case I'd feel ashamed.

I was just thinking that other day that one of my treasured memories is my grandmother telling me she was proud of me.

I'm really not sure. I think I tend to ignore it. I wouldn't want it to go to my head.

usually makes me feel good but there are 1 or 2 people it would annoy me from.

Makes me think, "Sucker...."

It usually makes me feel good. Unless they're being condescending, in which case I feel annoyed.

"Just" awkward.

It is always polite to accept a compliment but only you, in your heart, know if you have done something that could elicit a feeling of pride for you from someone else. Say 'Thank you'.

Humble. My children say I was a good mother, and that means more to me than anything. I know I made mistakes, and was hard at times, but the kids grew up to be good people, with good hearts..

Awkward regardless. Actually, that's how I imagine I would feel. I can't remember a single occasion on which anyone has said this to me. It isn't the kind of thing my parents would say.

I'm 40 yrs old and if someone said they were 'proud' of me, it would make me feel like they were honestly surprised that I could pull something off. Kind of patronizing.

Awkward unless it's from a parent or a teacher. You know, someone who saw you and your potential work hard at some major achievement.
It is to me, a little weird coming from someone who doesn't know me that well.

That is a sweet memory

lol I hadn't thought of that, but yeah...you're right.

I wish I had responded more warmly at the time. I was a young adult and was a little surprised by her comment, I didn't know what to say back so I said nothing. But it's still a nice memory.

If my dads the one saying it then it means alot to me, but if anyone else says it to me then it doesnt really phase me.

No worries, Grandmother's understand.

I begin to wonder what they want from me. It starts as a small idea in the back of my mind. As time passes, I notice other 'nice' things they say to me. It becomes apparent that they are out to get me. Blah blah blah. The story always ends with me running away from a house, my night vision goggles bouncing upon my chest, with no memories of anything. Later, I take the eyeballs out of my pocket and put them in my special drawer.

Almost as bad as if it is prefaced by something like "Whoa! You actually formed a coherent sentence!!!"

That would actually be a good response, followed by, "I'm proud of YOU!"

WHAT!?!?

Like you've never woken up covered in blood!