And today’s lesson is the psychology of human personalities and their interactions with others. I will try my best to make the lesson as easy to understand as possible with as little conjecture as possible but a whole bucket load of observational twaddle!
I think I’m far too sensitive. I weep when I look at old photos (usually of my children when they were younger) thinking how I can never go back to those times (alas I don’t own a time machine and though my favourite stories seem to be time travel based I know that the practical me understands that it can’t, as yet, be achieved).
I thrive on positive responses to things I do and feel it like a knife through my soul when something I’ve done is belittled. I’m not averse to criticism when presented in the right way, I recognise that, like 100% of the human population, I’m not perfect and I have my strong points and my weaknesses. I know I need to work on those weaknesses but that I may never be as stong as others are be in those areas – but at least I’ll try. Thank you to all of you who help me in this respect.
But some people revel in the mistakes of others and, working from a presumed point of superior knowledge or skill are eager to highlight others inconsistencies. Psychologically speaking this is something not to get angry about, or consider finding the nearest bridge from which to bungee jump without a bungee (it’s the same kind of thrill going down but there is no bouncing back again and a large potential for death or at least a sever soaking). There is usually a root cause for people to feel the need to look upon others work and try to destroy the person rather than critique and offer advice on the actual text, or picture or film (or whatever somebody has poured their heart into). That root is usually a deep rooted insecurity.
And so I have decided to use any bomb lobbed in my direction, look at it closely, pull it apart to see how it works and send it back with a word of thanks (after carefully disarming it of course, I’m not a malicious person and I wouldn’t want the sender to get an arm or leg blown off).
The world is full of many and disparate characters and, as the old saying goes, you can’t please all of the people all of the time. I’m happy that I’m a moderately competent writer, an ok songwriter and can play the guitar enough to write and perform my music. I think I’m quite good with people and teaching, a good father and a fairly good human being – I’m working hard at all of these and hopefully, by the time I reach what ever age life decides is it for me (be that 48 or 148), I will improve a little in all of these.