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Me at least twice a week
- Sun Wukong
How to Respond to Criticism
Stop doing everything. Donāt say anything or be anything. Get as small as you possibly can without disappearing. Donāt exist. Or keep existing, but differently than before.
Remember: criticism is the same thing as wholesale condemnation and also murder, so react accordingly.
Apologize, but donāt really mean it, and plant a seed of secret resentment so deep in your own heart that years later you canāt even remember that youāre the one who nurtured it and made it grow, it seems that much like a native part of you.
Sink into a hole so deep that no one can ever find you.
No. No. No. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no NO. NO.
JUST DIE. JUST GET SICK AND DIE AND THEN YOUāLL FEEL TERRIBLE YOU EVER SAID THOSE THINGS BECAUSE IāLL BE DEAD AND YOUāLL BE SO SO SO SORRY AND YOUāLL WISH YOU COULD BRING ME BACK BUT YOU CANāT.
Give up on all of your goals immediately.
Tell everyone you know about the criticism, but in a way that makes it clear that you expect them to publicly find it ridiculous and assure you thereās not a shred of truth to it. Do this repeatedly, first while sober, then later after several glasses of wine on a Wednesday afternoon when no one else is really drinking except for you. āCan you believe it?ā Ask them that repeatedly. āCan you believe that? About me?ā Ask until no one will meet your eyes.
Remember that life is a rich tapestry.
Become so rich and strong and tall that youāre a giant made out of gold and nobody can hurt you and everything you do is perfect and you can use your laser diamond eyes to melt the lungs of your enemies.
Dwell on it.
You can either be perfect or the biggest piece of shit who ever existed but not both, so if the criticism is right, you are the biggest piece of shit who ever existed. If it is not right, you are perfect and everyone else is wrong.
Fall in love with whoever criticized you. Donāt walk away until youāve ruined their marriage.
Whisper their criticism every night to yourself until you have it memorized, word for word. Remember it forever. Have the words stitched into the shroud that covers your body before youāre lowered into the tomb so you and your criticism can embrace one another for eternity.
Do not rise above it. Never rise above anything. The sky is no place for a human.
Be sure not to separate the tone of the criticism from the content. If it was said ungracefully, it cannot be true. If it was said reasonably, it cannot be false.
Send an email explaining why you donāt deserve to be criticized, then another six emails after that, each one explaining the last, like a set of Russian nesting dolls that donāt think itās your fault.
Set fire to something that was once beautiful.
Run into a cave and break your ankle so that people have to come find you and they see you lying at the bottom of this beautiful cave and maybe thereās a waterfall and the light from the crystals makes you look really beautiful and they say āAre you okay?ā and you say āI think soā and they say āoh my God have you been here alone this whole time with a broken ankleā and you say āitās okayā and they say āyouāre so braveā and you are brave and you look so beautiful surrounded by cave crystals and everyone stands over you and says āoh wowā and āyou poor beautiful thingā and āIām so sorry we let you run into the cave but Iām so glad we found youā and let them carry you home and promise to be your best friends forever and that everythingās their fault and also they named the cave after you and youāre prettier than all of your enemies and your enemies all died of jealousy while you were in the cave.
Remember that there are only two kinds of people in the world: fans and haters. No true fan would ever express a criticism of you or your work; conversely no hater could ever seek to engage in a good-faith debate about something you said or did they disagree with. Dismiss everything everyone has to say about you.
Move away.
If itās a close friend, say āThank you for being so honest with me,ā and then never talk to them again.
Do something with your feelings right away. It doesnāt matter what. Lash out, make a sculpture, whatever.
Log into YouTube and call someone āliving Hitlerā and āa waste of skinā until you feel better about yourself.
Remember, if someone doesnāt like your work, that means they donāt like you, and they wish that you had never been born, so just lay down in the road and die.
Daniel Lavery, The Toast
Q: Here's a question that plagues all Non-Telvanni: WHAT IN OBLIVION DO YOU NEED LEVITATION FOR??
He looks great in plunging neckline suit
Congratulations to Rogue Trader (specifically the transition from Act 3 to Act 4) for capturing the feeling of coming back to work after you've been out sick for a week.
The office is basically on fire. That dude from upper management has decided he runs the place now. One of your coworkers just fucked off on an unplanned vacation and the other one has decided to assist Upper Management Dude with his takeover. You've got 1000 emails, and every member of your team has chosen this moment to ask for your help/advice. Also, the computer is acting up.
"I take it you wish to see whose status carries greater weight? I am willing to oblige."
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is it ok to add this image
I was inspired by the Nix Mount models in Tamriel Rebuilt and specifically this splash screen mod for Morrowind, and wanted to draw a guy who rides one 'cause it seemed fun. I figure they probably make deliveries or something around the Ashlands and Molag Amur regions since they're more treacherous areas that'd be easier for a lone rider to navigate than a whole cart.
this scene
you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)
he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.
he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.
happy pride, family. i love every single one of you
when i wrote this post, i didn't expect very many people to read it. i figured it wasn't the kind of thing people liked to read and reblog, but it was late at night, and i was remembering this person, and i was crying, and i had to write it out. so i did.
to this day no other post gets sent to me so often by friends who have encountered it as a repost on some other site. the idea that more than one hundred thousand people have read these words, and know this story now, and maybe feel as i did, is tremendously humbling and unbearably beautiful to me. even by accident, even just passing on a story that is not my own, i often think that it is the best thing i have ever done.
happy pride, family.
So many people do not understand the relationship between climate change and cold weather.
If you see this post it is important to send it to someone else so they too can understand
People hardly ever change their minds in front of you...the conversation becomes one of a series of slow drips that builds up to a realization
I love chain lightening what a classic spell. fuck you and you and you and you and you and
when people are like āheās not even attractive you could find a guy that looks like him at any gas stationā iām likeā¦.. well you see thereās beauty everywhere actually
You can also find a sunset at a gas station
time to break out my favorite photo I ever took