Handle With Care
How are you at receiving criticism? Do you prefer that others treat you with kid gloves, or go for brutal honesty?
See, this is another consequence of having a good bullshit meter, as mentioned in my last post. I can smell a kid glove a mile off, and it reeks of patronage and condescension. I am not a delicate flower surrounded by eggshells, or a bomb on a hair trigger, and if I haven’t shattered under the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune yet (close though I may have come), I’m not about to do it now. Kindness is one thing. Kindness is good. Kid gloves imply a spurious regard for my delicate sensibilities, which is more about your need to make me feel useless than the true state of my sensibilities, about which you know nothing.
OK, so having got that off my chest, let’s move on to ‘brutal honesty.’ Honesty, yes. Brutal? No. Like kid gloves, brutality says more about your smug self-righteousness than about my misdemeanours. Furthermore, it also indicates your need to cut me down to the size you consider I should be, ie very small. Sorry chaps. Been there, done that. Crawling on my belly gives me a nasty rash.
No one is perfect, thank goodness. There’s enough inequality in the world without that. If I’m driving you nuts, I’d rather know before the situation reaches critical mass and blows itself to smithereens. If I ask your opinion on something I’ve written and you lie, you do me no service. But there’s really no need to be brutal about it. Constructive criticism, you know? And while annihilating me might make you feel good, I doubt it does much for your heavenly brownie points.