I know that, because I am one. I try to catch myself, but it just eeks through. I eat a bad meal I could have cooked better, I watch a bad movie I could have made better, I hear a bad song I could have written better...but I didn't.
People put themselves out there despite the possibility of harsh words from windbags like me; that in itself should be commended.
I don't mean everything created deserves accolades, but they don't deserve useless harangues from someone like me with nothing at stake. No piece of my soul bared for the world to judge.
My unsolicited criticisms are about as helpful braille to a deaf person. There may be a problem, but I'm kidding myself if I think I'm the remedy.
