I would never do a performing major. They usually result in you waiting tables. I seriously thought about majoring in acting. However, I might take an acting class though, just because you said this and that it might get you over sensitivity. Usually, fear and self doubt is a defeater for me, and I do bad with anyone whom constantly criticizes or yells at me. I like to play pool a lot with some ESTP's and they'll bust your balls the entire time. It's helped me to somewhat get over criticism. I couldn't have someone yelling at me all the time though or I would seriously fight with them. This may be a symptom of my PTSD.I wanted to encourage anyone who has a problem with criticism and has considered it, to go into a performing major. There, you will even have classes where you are critiqued by peers over and over. You get immune. And you learn to be open to critiques, use the ones you agree with, and leave the rest.
Another thing to do is to higher yourself a completely honest and hardcore coach in something. I've paid for incredibly honest coaches both in singing and for running.
Let me tell you, it does wonder to work with "drill sergeants". For 4 years, I learned to continue singing while someone shouted in my face "I wouldn't hire you!" "What the hell kind of sound is that?" "That's half-assed!" And if I were to cry or break down from it, I would hear "I don't think you are a singer. You're too emotional. Find something else to do. Singing takes guts. You need BALLS!"
Matter of fact, I think my voice coach was tougher than any of my running coaches. It's easier to get critiques when you think you need help or aren't very good at something. But it's harder to receive them when you think you know everything and have been sheltering yourself in the safety net of compliments all your life.
Yeah, I actually have paid good money for this kind of abuse. It's tough, but it has made me stronger mentally. And my poor students.... I need to keep tissue by the piano all the time. Because some at first mistakingly believe that they are paying me to tell them that they are good. But I know when I'm tough on them, I am doing them a favor- I'm not giving up on them.
Just my 2 cents worth.
And insults are lame. There are merely a reflection of a person's lack of ability to communicate. They really say more about the bearer than the receiver.
Me. I am impossible to insult. Try me.