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Oct. 12th, 2007 10:14 pmsighhhhhhhhhhhhh.
what do you do about a kid who's insecure and takes badly to criticism?
you can't feed them the hearts and flowers that they want all the time, because then they'll never know where their error lies and then they'll never be able to fix it.
but getting ultra defensive doesn't help you, doesn't help me, doesn't help the section, doesn't help the orchestra, not going to do anything.
suck it up, y'know?
but well.
he sort of reminds me of me. XD when I was younger.
still, no one's out to get you, kid. they're only out to get you if you make them out to get you. everything is up to you. you don't want people to be on your case for rushing, then stop saying "I can't help it," go home, practice like crazy to a met until you're more on beat than anyone else in the orchestra, and then no one will be able to say it to you, only you to them.
he can do it, too, if he's motivated. he's definitely stubborn enough to persevere through it.
saying "I can't help it" or "I'm just not good enough" isn't self-defense. it's called LAZINESS. excuses.
but in this case I think injured pride more than laziness.
what a pain.
(if he'd only swallow his pride, he'd see...)
edit: on an additional note, why are some people so paranoid? (ahahaha tis of my belief that all privacy-paranoid people are all secretly narcissists - they attribute an importance to themselves that does not exist) no but seriously. for example, people who set blog filter settings super high, and block out as much of it as possible. I dunno, the whole concept just seems weird to me, esp. since my LJ's been public ever since it existed. I mean, I sort of get it. It's just- weird. Life's so much simpler when there's nothing to hide, yah.
I still maintain my belief that if all people were more open, the world'd be a much happier place.
... ...
And here's an interesting thought spawned:
Are people who are happy within a bubble, metaphorically speaking, truly happy? Or is it a faux happiness?
hmmmmmmmmmm.
food for thought. maybe I'll come back and expand on it later.
what do you do about a kid who's insecure and takes badly to criticism?
you can't feed them the hearts and flowers that they want all the time, because then they'll never know where their error lies and then they'll never be able to fix it.
but getting ultra defensive doesn't help you, doesn't help me, doesn't help the section, doesn't help the orchestra, not going to do anything.
suck it up, y'know?
but well.
he sort of reminds me of me. XD when I was younger.
still, no one's out to get you, kid. they're only out to get you if you make them out to get you. everything is up to you. you don't want people to be on your case for rushing, then stop saying "I can't help it," go home, practice like crazy to a met until you're more on beat than anyone else in the orchestra, and then no one will be able to say it to you, only you to them.
he can do it, too, if he's motivated. he's definitely stubborn enough to persevere through it.
saying "I can't help it" or "I'm just not good enough" isn't self-defense. it's called LAZINESS. excuses.
but in this case I think injured pride more than laziness.
what a pain.
(if he'd only swallow his pride, he'd see...)
edit: on an additional note, why are some people so paranoid? (ahahaha tis of my belief that all privacy-paranoid people are all secretly narcissists - they attribute an importance to themselves that does not exist) no but seriously. for example, people who set blog filter settings super high, and block out as much of it as possible. I dunno, the whole concept just seems weird to me, esp. since my LJ's been public ever since it existed. I mean, I sort of get it. It's just- weird. Life's so much simpler when there's nothing to hide, yah.
I still maintain my belief that if all people were more open, the world'd be a much happier place.
... ...
And here's an interesting thought spawned:
Are people who are happy within a bubble, metaphorically speaking, truly happy? Or is it a faux happiness?
hmmmmmmmmmm.
food for thought. maybe I'll come back and expand on it later.
