I understand that people who are "I like concrit, I want concrit" types won't get this, but there's a fair amount of social pressure not to enjoy what other people see as imperfect and therefore unappealing.
When you, expert knitter, point out the dropped stitches in the sweater my mom just gave me when I wouldn't have even noticed them, you're applying that pressure.
When you, amateur literary critic, complain about things you didn't like in a story someone worked hard to write, hoping desperately that she would please me with it, you are applying that pressure.
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Date: 2006-12-09 12:22 am (UTC)When you, expert knitter, point out the dropped stitches in the sweater my mom just gave me when I wouldn't have even noticed them, you're applying that pressure.
When you, amateur literary critic, complain about things you didn't like in a story someone worked hard to write, hoping desperately that she would please me with it, you are applying that pressure.
Not on her. ON ME. And I don't want it.