When people ask me I like honesty, I’d immediately say YES!!
Sometimes it might be the limit of rudeness, but at least it’s honest.
I can handle any criticism. I can work on criticism.
Honesty is good.
I had earlier send an email to a friend which the proud announcement of my Emotion Doodles webshop.
“Let me know what you think!”, I wrote.
“It’s a quite simple design, but some are quite ok.”
Then he listed the drawings he didn’t like so much.
Slap in the face, shot in the heart.
Of course I gave him the liberty of giving his opinion, but sometimes the unexpected truth of someone else isn’t as wonderful.
I try to limit on giving my opinion.
Giving someone too many compliments, will most likely make them arrogant.
Being critical can arise anger or sadness to the other.
“It’s all about how you say it” is an important key element.
Once, a friend seemed very unhappy about a too short hair cut.
“What do you think?” , she asked me in tears.
My honest opinion is that I really didn’t like it, but I couldn’t tell her that.
I couldn’t tell it looked awesome either!
The best thing I could do was google for “cool short hair styles”.
We went to buy a flat iron.
And I shared some tricks to make your hair grow faster.
I have been in her position before.
Worse even. I basically had a mullet if didn’t put my hair in a ponytail.
In that period I went on a date.
When the guy joking pulled the rubber band out of my hair, he literally started laughing and cut off the date.
I convince myself constantly that I like knowing the truth.
But that is the biggest lie I keep telling myself.
If you don’t like my looks, don’t say it.
If you think my writing or blogging is crap, don’t mention it.
If you don’t like my clothes, keep quiet about it.
Let me believe that some of the things that make me happy, are still nice.