I Reject Constructive Criticism

So, this weekend both the Professor and the Butcher told me I was too judgmental, that I am unforgiving of the ways in which the people around me aren't perfect. The Professor even threatened to beat me up about it. And since, unlike me, the Professor doesn't go around letting her mouth write checks her ass can't cash, I think she's serious. I'm kind of shook by it, I've got to tell you. Especially because, when I thought about it this morning on my walk with the dog, I came up with a lot of good reasons why I'm that way, but no good arguments that I wasn't. The Butcher says, "I just don't know why you care. It doesn't affect you. Can't you tell when things don't affect you?" No, jackass, I can't. See, that's what I mean! Right there. The Butcher is offering me constructive criticism and I'm getting angry and defensive. Anyway, this should probably go some place meaningful, but I've got nothing. If the two people you're closest to in the world tell you that you've got to do things differently, then you've probably got to do things differently. We'll see how it goes.