When I am conscious, I strive to be a nice person, but, I also always strive to tell the truth, and to provide (positive and sometimes negative) feedback on things done well, or comments on things I may feel or think could or should be done differently. That does not mean I am right, merely that I have an opinion, which is 100% something everyone is entitled to.
I’m also reasonably upfront when I feel hurt or offended – the point being, that it is my feelings I share, and not who is right or wrong. Of course, being up front with feedback or feelings can get me (or you) into trouble!
Occasionally, some friends have said after providing me with (negative or positive) feedback, ‘Apologies for the lecture!’ I responded to one recent piece of feedback and apology for the ‘lecture’ like this;
I like them! It is unfortunate so few can take any form of criticism from others, which is almost never meant personally.
I am always happy to be corrected, to learn more, and always aspire to get it right, so without feedback, that last goal would never happen!
And with this in mind, I have kept blogging publicly (but not daily, as I used to), not because I am entirely addicted to blogging (hmmmm… please don’t answer that!), but because I love feedback, the good, the bad and occasionally the downright ugly which is sent my way. That is ok; it is after all, only someone else’s opinion, and the nastier it is, is simply a reflection of the person who sent it, and not of me or my work.
A friend of mine many years ago was Judith Barr, who was an ABC journalist and newsreader, and when she ran for local politics more than 25 years ago, she kept a copy of the book What you think of me is none of my business, as the rejections running for politics are quite possibly much more than I have ever experienced here, on social media, or in person. Oh, and by the way, bullying, is not counted as feedback… and I’ve had plenty of that too!
My memoirs, which are in progress, and which will be titled, “Addicted to the truth”, is possibly going to be a book about an addiction which is likely due an over reaction of growing up with too many lies told around me, too many ‘white lies’ to avoid facing up to things that are uncomfortable. I refuse to not tell the truth (as I see it), and realise of course, this is often what gets me into some very hot soup!