confessions

I tend to be attracted to fierce critiques of my flaws. It’s probably one of the most reliable ways to appeal to me.

That’s not to say I relish abusive or baseless criticism. However, criticizing me when the criticism has noble passion or factual merit primes my mind for hypergrowth, even if I don’t agree with the entire critique.

This may be a characteristic where “treat others as you would have them treat you” isn’t always the best practice for me. 

There are times when I am thrilling in discursive head-butting and the thrill is not mutual. If I thrill the opposition with what thrills me— they aren’t necessarily energized nor inspired.

One flaw I’ll openly admit— and one not unrelated to my experience of being autistic— is missing social cues when the type of passionate, earnest discursive conflict I non-judgementally thrill in is not mutually desired.

I can be doggedly parliamentarian and not notice when parliament— as a mode of conflict with decorum and goodwill—is closed.

Chocolate rainmaker. Singer. Thinker. Voice