Criticize: To judge disapprovingly; censure (v).
Analysis of qualities and evaluation of comparative worth (n).
I've been pondering the blessing of having men in my life who tell me what I need to hear irregardless of whether I want to hear it or not. My preference is for people to agree with me. I want them to agree with me while praising me as the greatest thing since sliced bread. I don't want criticism. I don't want good suggestions if they don't happen to line up exactly with what I want to do.
"My life is a tremendous success," I thought, sitting in my jammies in my childhood bedroom, stoned, unemployed, relationship-less, broke, sick, stupid, lost and blown away, and this at 30.
"Can you believe what that dick told me last night?"
I need friends who can give it to me straight and not be afraid that their honest advice is going to scuttle a friendship. And I need friends who can take my advice without rancor. Sure, I mutter veiled curses when I hang up the phone, but I ponder what I've heard.
Sometimes I even do it. Not too often, but sometimes.
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