Jabrosky
Banned
Lately it seems that I have a hard time taking constructive criticism of my writing well. I feel especially slighted if reviewers' comments are completely negative and don't note anything positive about my work. Intellectually I know that I should receive criticism graciously, that I need it to improve, and that I shouldn't expect ass-pats all the time, but deep inside I flare up with defensive sentiments. Of course most writers know how painful it feels to have their egos bruised, but I believe I take it more personally than most because my writing skills are among my few personal strengths.
The fundamental issue is probably that I suffer from a very fragile ego. All my life people have corrected me, scolded me, or shunned me for my various weaknesses (especially my poor social skills), so I need to believe that I can excel at something and contribute something to the world to keep myself going. I want more than anything for people to accept and respect me, and the only way I can earn that is to accomplish something that they will appreciate. Since I've always had a strong creative impulse, I might as well exploit that in order to prove my worth to the world.
I don't know if I'll ever win this struggle. I have a horrible track record when it comes to finishing projects, and every piece of writing I do produce has tons of things wrong with it. My parents tell me I'm a good writer and claim to enjoy my stories (or rather their opening scenes) but I believe they're lying to make me feel good. On the other hand, if I don't have any reason to feel confident or proud of myself, I see little reason to continue with my life.
EDIT: OK, in case anyone gets too concerned about my life, I will not kill myself. I simply needed to get something bothering me off my chest. In fact the very act of writing that out was cathartic; now I feel a little better.
The fundamental issue is probably that I suffer from a very fragile ego. All my life people have corrected me, scolded me, or shunned me for my various weaknesses (especially my poor social skills), so I need to believe that I can excel at something and contribute something to the world to keep myself going. I want more than anything for people to accept and respect me, and the only way I can earn that is to accomplish something that they will appreciate. Since I've always had a strong creative impulse, I might as well exploit that in order to prove my worth to the world.
I don't know if I'll ever win this struggle. I have a horrible track record when it comes to finishing projects, and every piece of writing I do produce has tons of things wrong with it. My parents tell me I'm a good writer and claim to enjoy my stories (or rather their opening scenes) but I believe they're lying to make me feel good. On the other hand, if I don't have any reason to feel confident or proud of myself, I see little reason to continue with my life.
EDIT: OK, in case anyone gets too concerned about my life, I will not kill myself. I simply needed to get something bothering me off my chest. In fact the very act of writing that out was cathartic; now I feel a little better.
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