It’s easy to say that we welcome “constructive” criticism, but I do not think anyone, including me, loves criticism.
Benjamin Franklin was right: “Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain and most fools do.”
In my school, teachers were stingy in praise and lavish in criticism. I was failing and repeatedly discouraged until my English teacher started praising me for quick answers. Her encouragement boosted my confidence so much that I could later handle the front page of India’s leading newspaper for years.
Some are born to complain. You must have heard the story of a sailor who was attending a party hosted by a rich family. He saw a baby drowning in the pond and rushed to rescue the child. He emerged with the baby and was happy to see people cheering him. The child’s mother came running. Dreaming of a reward, he thrust the baby in her hands smiling. “Tell me, where’s my baby’s expensive hat?” was all that the woman asked. (I think this was Churchill’s favorite story).
“You bloggers just pat each other. Nonsense,” complained my friend.
Nonsense? We motivate each other and we are stronger. You keep criticizing, brother, and make hell on earth. We are happy. If it pains you, go take a walk.