Did it sting? At first, I won’t lie.
But instead of going and ranting about the comment and who sent it to me who shall remain nameless (or email-name-less,) I thought about it and came to the following conclusions:
- I don’t care. I never said I was Vonnegut, or even close.
- I do what I enjoy doing, nothing more, nothing less.
- I have a book on Amazon. It may suck to YOU, but for some reason Germany enjoys the shit out of it.
- I have four books in the “waiting,” or “editing” stages now; with two more which I need to finish.
- I have friends who are real writers who ask my help with ideas and editing. I take that as a hint someone does think I have skill and my friends are the ones who will support me, not take obvious shots.
My whole thesis is this: Once upon a time, criticism from one single person would have made me stop writing completely and hang my keyboard up to pasture. Not sure why I did, but I took it too personally, and it sucked trying to get back into writing after someone said something hurtful. For some reason this doesn’t bother me anymore. Maybe I’ve grown up a small bit or maybe, just maybe, to quote my friend Marshall Mathers: “I just don’t give a fuck.”
I did a similar thing with drawing, with comic books, with music and with anything else creative I’ve done. I enjoy writing and no matter what, you can’t take my enjoyment away.
The more I thought about it, I came to this conclusion: Someone telling you something OBVIOUS isn’t hurtful. It’s like saying I’m tall, or chubby. No shit. Guess what? I’m also a white and like to east fast food. Thanks for telling me something I already know.
Here’s my thought, and it’s a doozy: If you don’t like what or how I write, don’t read it. It’s the same opinion I have for people who don’t like porn, or for people who are complaining about “50 Shades of Grey.”
I don’t need your hate, I don’t need your sympathy and I definitely don’t need your criticism. Send all you want, I’ll add it to my “Spam” archive to let my READERS enjoy the comments.
And no, this isn’t a personal attack by any means. I’m proud of myself for not getting depressed after showing someone I thought was a friend some prose – nothing more. And for the first time I can honestly say “I’m not down after receiving negative criticism.”
On that note, I’m going to bed happy.
P.S. Yes this was a random email from a stranger on twitter – no one I know in real-life. I wanted to clarify this since I know I’ll get questions later.