The funny thing about writing is, as Shel Mentioned previously, everyone writes in a unique way. Time after time, high school teachers and professors of mine have said to me: "I really heard your voice in this one! I could picture you reading this to me as I read it."
However, after listening to my own voice via YouTube video, I wasn't necessarily sure this was a compliment...
The thing about writing, I have noticed, is that everyone wants to do it, and everyone wants everyone ELSE to read it, yet nobody wants to hear anything about their work unless it involves high praise.
There's one problem with this: The Internet.
The funny thing about publishing on the internet is that everyone can see what you've written, at any time, both day or night. Not only this, but it can also easily be shared from site to site, page to page, and so on and so forth.
Basically, this means: people who don't know you have access to your stuff. It isn't just your dear sweet mother who thinks you're "UH MAY ZING", or your BFF who will pretty much say anything you want to hear as long as it keeps you supplying thre Red Box and popcorn on Friday nights. Nor is it your AP English teacher who has the luxury of downing a scotch (and passing out) after reading your essays.
These are people who don't know you, haven't seen your picture, and haven't heard about that-one-thing-you-did-that-one-time-that-was-super-duper-cool.
These are just people trolling the internet, doing their own thing, clicking on links, reading various posts and articles, one of which just happens to be yours.
Now, this can be a wonderful thing, you see.
One of your friends might think what you have to say is "meh", or "I don't get it" worthy, while many other folk might find the very same work of fiction you've written to be freaking hilarous. The same works vice versa. What your mother hangs on the fridge might be the "stupidest thing" someone online has ever read. And they're more than happy to make you aware of exactly how they feel. Multiple times.
One of my many high school counterparts told me that I "really wasn't funny", and that "blogs are pretty much out of style, but good luck keeping up with it and stuff."
12,600 views later, I've had the fortunate experience of discovering that this is simply not the case.
Does it mean I'm the greatest who ever lived. Um, no. (Especially when it comes to spelling. I'm absolutely dreadful at spelling.)
Does it mean I'm destined to make billions and score a soon-to-be Hollywood deal? Doubtful.
BUT, what it DOES mean is that I have finally found my niche in the literary world, and it has proven to me that, even though people have their own ideas of what it quality v.s. what isn't, there will always be a certain group of people out there willing to give my words a glance.
Now sure, there's the occasional comment left below each post, and sure, not all of them are 100% kind. But the thing about criticism is that, in the end, it's your choice whether to take it or leave it, use it or toss it in the garbage. (Unless it's a blog you're working on, in which case you can delete. I don't suggest discarding your laptop... But again, that's just opinion...)
In the words of Aesop, "Please all and you will please none". There comes a point where you make so many changes in your own personal style that, instead of making everyone happy, you make nobody happy; most importantly including yourself.
So feel free to keep on typing. Don't like criticism? Keep it in a notebook. Want wide-spread fame and attention? Post it online, and get ready for all types of feedback, both negative and positive.
Because your words are your own, and you're the only one who can say them.
Because people will say what they want, and it's up to you to decide whether or not you'll listen.
Because when life gives you lemons, post the picture online and see what people say about them.
Because that's just How It Is.