Why I am a Pretentious Dick
Because I didn’t start off with the obligatory “Hey guys, I just started a blog, here’s what what I’m doing and why I’m doing it” post, I’ll go ahead and do that now. Better late than never.
I am fully aware of what this looks like, of what I sound like. And it’s not totally intentional either. I am, of course, half-joking, but the other half is dead serious. And that half of me is already ashamed of what I wrote yesterday. I know that I sound like some dumb white college kid affecting to be an intellectual—which is to be expected, given that I am one.
I’ve found myself stuck in a subject area where it is hard to write well. It is hard to do philosophy—or at least philosophy that matters—without sounding full of yourself. It takes practice to write well, and that what this is for. Practice. So when I start doing things that matter more than blogging, I won’t still sound like a douche.
As one friend put it: “When you followed me on Tumblr, I immediately asked myself: ‘Who is this pretentious dick?’” So, if you find yourself thinking the same thing, you’re not alone. I think so too. And in the short term, it’s going to get worse, but further down the road it will get better. And if you have any specific criticisms/comments/objections, please comment. It’s better to be corrected than to be wrong.
P.S. I’ll turn off the twitter posting in a few days and stop clogging your feeds.
