I am pretty good at critiquing what ‘is’, but I am also pretty bad at critiquing

I am pretty good at critiquing what ‘is’, but I am also pretty bad at critiquing what other people think ‘is’, and I don’t see much value in critiquing what other people prefer ‘is’ unless what they prefer is harmful to others.

The literary critics, and those who conduct an analysis of others works, always impress me. Because I just can’t do it. I can do my thing. But I can’t do their thing.

Why is that so frustrating?

In art school I studied painting primarily because I am bad at it. Which annoys me no end. 🙂