The following post contains brief instances of profanity. So, if that’s a problem, you may want to skip this post for, in it, I aim to misbehave.
I’M A BAD, BAD MAN
Okay, I’m sorry.
I should have shown restraint. I should have been a gentleman and tried to be a better man. Criticism should build and not tear down. Conversation should be constructive. These are things I often say, and mean, and by which I try to live.
…but I was weak. And sometimes I just cannot stand ignorance dressed up in the guise of articulate diction and pontificating its hollow notions from a virtual pulpit. I had a moment of weakness and let slip the dogs of war.
I’m sorry but not because I did it. I’m sorry that, a full day after the subject of my willful derision retreated with tail tucked firmly away, I don’t have any regret — none whatsoever. I know how tempting it is to wield a bunch of ten-penny words like it is The Sword of a Thousand Truths but, in my own misguided, ego-driven zealotry, I have also learned that if you’re not, in fact, an expert on the topic in question then it is best to shut the fuck up.
So, it is my hope a lesson was learned which will make the gentleman re-evaluate his supposed expertise and thus open himself up to new experiences and personal growth. …buuuut I have no illusion that I was engaged in altruism. I was engaged in an ego-driven exercise of neo-philosophical self-gratification.
LESSON LEARNED. AGAIN.
I will take this lapse in restraint as my own lesson. I have learned that, in fact, any sense of superiority is wholly fallacious and I am reminded that being an ignoble, self-righteous prick is not and never will be beyond me.
Was the other guy more of an ignoble, self-righteous prick? Yes. That does not excuse my actions. Nor does it excuse my glee at ‘winning’ but it does serve to remind me that, on any given day, I can be a bad, bad man.