I know, i’ ll lose friends. Some wonderful friends, i have to admit. Wonderful people, indeed.
Because of my critique. Critique is, always, unwelcomed. Unless, if you write -or say- things, stuff and words that are very welcomed. Well, i write both ways, because i experience both sides of life. And because i have, already, experiences. Like you have, i assume. And because i don’t have much time left for being extremely patient or extremely kind.
A general critique might be a bit unfair, sometimes. There is a risk. It doesn’t matter if it is more or less unfair, it is unfair. On the other hand, a more precise critique might be unfair, also.
It seems like the most fair thing is to swallow my tongue. But I won’t. I’m very aware of the present status quo : “Extremely Sensitive People”. Which is wonderful ! The words, though, are not guns. The words are not bullets. The words do not kill.
My wonderful young people, you should better get used to it, and -why not- start making a critique. I don’t use the word “criticism”, and i have my reasons. The word “criticism” is a wonderful word which serves the ones who would love to see you with mouths firmly shut. You have time, and you’ ll get the idea. Funny ? Yeah, sure.
The World :
How wish I… Let me play a song.