Zodiac Depths

You assume critique arrives as an attack and sharpen your reply. You catalog flaws faster than breath, because being right kept you safe. Precision becomes armor, then weapon. You call it standards; they feel it as shrapnel. The uncomfortable part: your speed distorts the message. You punish tone, not substance. Ask for intent before you bruise the room and your own throat.

Intent is the compass in the blur. When you ask for it, you slow the siren in your head and isolate the signal. Some feedback is care wearing clumsy shoes; some is projection. Name which. Then decide: integrate, ignore, or cut cleanly. Questions turn criticism into data. Data is your element. Stay clinical, not cold. Serve the outcome, not the adrenaline.