Thursday, July 14, 2005

The parable of the self-aware thinker who’s really a dumb-ass

So we all know this: If you’re a bad boy, you’re not going to buy the shirt that says ‘bad boy’ on it. Ditto: No fear, or Fear this, or whatever.

What’s with the dumb and obvious people saying that thinking or being smart is part of what they do?

I have never talked to a person I consider to be deep who introduced his or herself as being deep.

Or edgy. Hi I’m edgy. Huh?

And forget about crazy. Didn’t you read Catch 22? If you say you’re crazy, you’re not. You’re staid and boring, and predictable and part of a herd of crazy people. You Mr. man-with-all-the-piercings are part and parcel the same as the 60-cat owning woman who just made a ‘crazy quilt.’ In fact, I fear her more.

Why don’t you come right out and tell the folks in the cheap seats that you’re interesting? You know it doesn’t work that way? You don’t tell people you’re interesting you…wait for it…interest them.

The biggest offenders by far are the ‘thinkers’ and the like. And if you ever used the phrase ‘outside the box’ without a boatload of irony, just really give up.

I want to make very clear I’m not anti bad, crazy, or thinking. These are all good things. It’s just that if you do them—especially do them right, you never have to declare them or say it’s part of your vibe.

In fact, I do believe you may go all Sun Tzu and downplay your thinking, iconoclastic bad ass self.

That having been said, I’m a big, fluffy puppy who never crosses against the light.

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