Was My Worth Tied Into Being a Critic?

They say every one is a critic

I certainly wouldn’t deny it

My silvery-platinum eyes were spectacles for others

These opinions mattered more in multiple contexts

While proud of these observations

My pride in my own originality faded harder than vintage denim

So many fires, so many embers

Only a few would become pyrotechnics, though I wouldn’t want them to be altars

Other creative works would be on display

There was a joy in bringing light to the obscure from all around the world

No, Japan wasn’t my only destination even though a section of this part of the net appreciated those shiny pennies from the Rising Sun

While I’m versatile, I didn’t want to be confined

Much less ashamed of having fandoms at all

I prayed I wasn’t a failure in all my endeavors

As I’ve thought for most of my life

On Dismissing People’s Forms of Inspiration

There was a comment I received from my friend from my last post. Part of it was about how she didn’t want to dismiss people’s likes or interests if they mean so much to them.

It did get me thinking if I’m guilty of doing so…

Yes, I’m still shocked that last post involved an indie pro wrestling show in England of all things. I get and I understand why people bash that form of entertainment especially given the stupid stuff that happens in the mainstream and even some of the indie feds. What I do wonder is that if I do the same thing in certain forms. Some of you know that I write reviews and I have certainly written my share of negative critiques to movies, anime, documentaries, and short films. I wonder if there are people who actually were inspired and felt empowered by the things I critically pan. Even when I have conversations with people online or face-to-face, I know there are times where I’ve become open with mentioning my dislikes. I won’t mention an obvious example of me bashing a certain movie franchise when I’ve talked about the bad things that one company has done, but I do wonder if me speaking these uncomfortable truths have hindered their inspiration or maybe they’re not willing to disassociate themselves with the lies.

For me, it’s really hard to find inspiration and edification in several things. The fact that I found an unlikely one was great, but I know people are going to slag me off when it comes to me liking anything in that particular form of entertainment. I still stand by the notion that people need to find empowering images when they otherwise would be passed over, but I do wonder if I’m doing any harm in being so critical.

What are your thoughts?