The Bite Before Good Night…
I don’t mean midnight snacking. I’m talking about those moments when you close down your tabs in Firefox, then decide to check your email before calling it quits while you are burning the midnight oil. Then comes that flame email. The one clearly written by a fool, hating you for them hating themselves (or whatever motivates their sociopathy; I’m not their head-shrinker.) The one bait so deliciously silly, you just have to bite.
Apparently I’m pompous.
I’ve heard this a few times. I’ve been called “pompous” by a few people and I’d like to say for the same reason, but they’ve never actually given a reason. That’s usually the pattern; in the lead-up to being called pompous, they make assertions, I point out that they haven’t justified their assertions, they get all sooky and call me pompous etc. In fact, I can’t actually recall an instance where the one’s calling me pompus hadn’t been subject to a call out for fallacious reasoning prior to their sulking act.
I’ve had it from Daniel (of the late Seeking Utopia), pathological cyber stalker Iain Hall, newer nuisances such as the belicose Malott who currently trolls the comments at Five Public Opinions and a range of other’s since I’ve been on the internet, and even before hand. Some may say sthat so many people can’t be wrong; well they’d be wrong; argumentum ad populum wrong. Just remember: at one point, most Americans thought Iraq was behind 9/11.
I know it’s an inductive observation (which would be all the proof David Stove needs) but this cry of “Pompous” has uniformly come from those who demonstrably have problems being honest and who demonstrably have skills of reasoning that are rather lacking. So why this pattern of fools considering me “pompous”?
Now, I’m no dictionary totalitarian by any means; intellectually, I agree with the Prof Crystal school of linguistics, even if I’m a bit too anal about my own typos to practice it. But even colloquially, I’m unaware of “pompous” meaning anything other than self-important and well, practicing “pomp.”
My accusers don’t enlighten me any more to my apparent acts of pomp, than they do to the definition of pompous. It’s been they say it, therefore it’s true (the fallacy of truth by assertion). It comes in various forms; “hubris”; “pompous”; “you think your so smart/great/clever/etc*”. Never with justification, always following the puncturing of the accuser’s fallacies.
The thing is; I don’t promote myself. Promoting one’s self is a skill where I am somewhat lacking. I don’t pretend to have a station that I don’t have, and I don’t make displays of “pomp.” Apparently, telling people that you are at Uni is pomp. So what am I supposed to do when people ask me what I do? And what am I supposed to do when people ask me about my interests? Heck, I like enlightenment philosophy, but I can’t stand the grand narrative inferred by the word “enlightenment.”
I’ve done no more than answer these questions, and talk on these topics. That and I haven’t suffered fools gladly. Well, I’ve been pretty tolerant actually, but for the sake of argument, assume that I haven’t been. Gotta throw them a bone at some stage.
So tell me, because my latest flame emailer fails to substantiate; what is pompous and why am I pompous? Or is it simply a case of me being flamed by unreasonable sooks with bruised egos, acting out of ill faith?
All the evidence to my eyes leads me to suspect the latter. I only entertain the former out of whimsy. It’s good to know the silly people aren’t on “my side”. Nite-e-nite peeps
* Strangely enough, along with these claims, the accusers often have some magical insight into my most secret of thoughts (so secret that even I don’t know I’m thinking them!) They never tell me where they get their psychic powers from though.