Critical: (adj) judging
- I am so good.
- I am no good.
Amazing, isn’t it?
Just changing one word in that phrase—from “so” to “no” or from “no” to “so”—renders a completely different conclusion.
It’s where the human race bounces.
Somewhere between so and no, we’re always on a journey to over-exaggerate our value or else proclaim ourselves wormlike.
Matter of fact, if I were to capsulize—perhaps even in a nutshell—what prevents us from becoming nutty is realizing that both profiles are stimulated by a flash-bang of insanity somewhere in the deep regions of our cranium.
No one is SO good.
Even in the midst of excellence, there is error that challenges to increase effort.
And no one is NO good.
Even within those souls we consider worthless, one can find value, even if that one only refers to God.
This is why a nation, or dare I say, a world of critical souls saying critical things to make their critical nature produce critical cynicism, causes the planet to teeter on a critical cliff of danger.
A critical condition.
I don’t agree with the axiom, “if you can’t say something good don’t say anything at all.”
Nor do I assert that everyone who is critical offers something to the “great conversation.”
I have developed a simple procedure in dealing with my fellow humans:
If I view something, hear something, watch something or read something that they have produced and there is nothing at all that I like about it or understand or appreciate or concur with, I remain silent.
Because to be honest, a critical contribution is only valuable if it follows a positive encouragement. If there’s nothing positive to say, being critical places the burden of guilt onto the judge.
In this case, that would be me. I can’t afford the guilt.
If they pursue, and say, “You didn’t have any opinion on the material?” I quickly grab the beauty of the lower seat and reply:
“Sometimes things go over my head.”