u/Character_Day2884

Whenever I see a person talking about a thing I wrote, I get a really strong feeling, like embarrassment. I don't have much trouble accepting flaws with my work, but whenever people try and help me, I can't seem to get through half of what they wrote before closing Reddit out of cringe. Anyone else experience this, or have a way to deal with this?

There once was a king, long ago. He was loved and respected. He put the kingdom before him, he went through the streets, giving to the needy. He had a modest hut in the city, living amongst the civilians. One day, he had an urge. He had not felt this urge before, nor had he known what it was. He felt it after looking at the other kings of the other kingdoms. He saw how they lived in giant castles. He realized how the other kings wore the finest silk sheets. He noted how they ate generously. He ignored that urge, but it got bigger, and bigger. The next day, he caved. “I’ll just buy better bread. What harm could it do?” That night, at dinner, he knew the bread was going to taste better, but he didn’t know how much better. Before he knew it, he had scarfed it all down. From that day onward, he bought more and more costly bread. Until, he was buying the most expensive, delicious bread. He still wanted more. He hired the best chefs in the kingdom to cook him his meals. He was eating plenty, way more than he needed. He was reluctant to share at first, but now he refused to, even when he couldn’t scarf half of everything down. He was spending his money that he usually gave to needy men and women to feed himself to no end. He was losing his respect from his commoners and family, and his health was going down as he would not care to get fit, or limit himself and his excessive eating. One day, he didn’t wake in the morning. His family and followers were in sorrow, especially since he could have lived longer than actually did.