Is Anything Worse Than "It's Ok"?

For those who create, be it music, art, writing, criticism is always something keenly attuned to, no matter what the artist may say.
That said, the nature of criticism is always a point of acute self-flagellation.
Mostly, what we want is to be loved, not judged, but if we must be judged, then it should be with unadorned appreciation for the magnitude and glory of the work. Surely, everyone sees it for how wonderful it is.
At the other end of the spectrum is, quelle horreur, that your hard work is reduced to..."it's terrible, crumby, awful, the worst, crap, unlistenable, garbage, s**t..." You get the idea. For most of us sensitive types, this is a grave attack upon our person, which we either lash out at, "these people wouldn't know art if it bit them in the ass," to internalizing that they're right, it's terrible, and I'm wasting my time.
Some of these criticisms thoughtfully go on, ad nauseum, as to why the work in question is so bad, while others do not, but, as the artist-creator, we can often dismiss these criticisms as the moronic warblings of unsound and uncouth minds.
What do they know!
However, the most profound and perplexing comments are, "It's ok, I guess," "I didn't really listen that close," and "Meh".
Argh!
This is most unfortunate because there is little to nothing you can do other than whine about how unfair life is.
"How can you not see how absolutely wonderful this is?" we exclaim!
"It just doesn't do anything for me," they respond.
Gloom and depression follow.
After a period of being truly bummed out, we convince ourselves that this was an aberration and that that person is on the list that we keep in our febrile little minds.
HA!

Months later, we revisit the object of their lack of interest and decide it's not too bad and move on to our next masterpiece.

Speaking of masterpieces:
This weeks song, from the soon to be released, 11/30/18, album, Broken Hearts and the Fabulous Perch, 

is, Reading.
The song is another of my wanderings into the miasma of broken hearts, hence the album title, and the foolish things we tell ourselves after it's all said and done-which it never is.
You can hear it at mrprimitivemusic.com.

©2018 David William Pearce