Some things just continue to piss me off, even though I know they’re just part of human nature and I should be more tolerant.

I used to say that I don’t act from the point of view that people are good or evil, preferring to think of them as human — prone to both good and evil, capable of astonishing generosity and startling cruelty.

Somewhere inside I still believe that, but there are days when it’s harder than others.

Have I become so jaded I can’t recall what it was like to be — I don’t know — young? inexperienced? sure of the borders between black and white?

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Also — how do you handle a critique of a poem in which the person misses the point of the poem entirely, and offers suggestions that would create a completely different poem on a completely different subject?

I had a person on Gotpoetry critique that “muse is a sadist” poem that suggested that it would be much better as a love poem about two specific people.

Considering I tossed it off at 4 in the morning as a frustrated rant about insomnia, I’m not that concerned (a real throwaway poem), but it amused me enough and and it has happened before.