After posting that list here yesterday, I realized that each of the items were told to me by a woman, except the one "That I'm not ready" I've never had much of a mother figure issue. I had a couple of good mothers- as far as mothers under fire go. My grandmother lived next door. She was overindulgent and neurotic, and was married to an alcoholic. My mother stayed home and ran a grocery store in the front part of house and was abused and ravaged by my father who was pretty crazy. That we all survived is a testament to the natural forces of life. So I never had the face in the sky telling me anything. I never felt I needed approval- I already had in some kind of way.
Of course, when I pass judgment on people, I seldom express it directly to them. It shouldn't be done. None of us are experts. I guess that's the problem I've had with judgmental people and shrinks and doctors and "experts" and bosses that think they are "experts" and girl friends/wives that know better.
Criticism is for fools to spout, really. I might make suggestions to folks about how they might write better, but that really is my only true vice. I'm very aware when I have lapsed- once with one of the bears artwork (which I will regret until I die) and once with the other bear's writing.
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