About Blankets and Statements

Post 326:

            I heard a guy in a interview talking about being “creative” and all the stress that comes with it, the trials, etc…

            I wanted to punch a hole in the internet.

            This hero knows he’s creative, apparently. This by itself is a truly astounding proclamation. Two reasons: Either everybody’s creative or nobody is. It’s likely that he understands this, but the way he said it made my bones quiver with that distinctive shake that comes with true idiocy.

            Let’s get off creativity. How good a person do you think you are? First, you have to appreciate what good is and what that means. Some will say it’s subjective, but there’s arguments to be made on the subject and what constitutes virtue in this here life. I’m an old man and I’m still wondering if I’m good at all. Some days I can’t resist the temptation to pat myself on the back. Pretty sure this means I’m a country mile from good.

            I’m doing a thing for a little while. I’m off blanket statements, in general. If someone asks me what I am or the value of this or that, I’m going full Socrates. I’m answering questions with more questions. This is both extremely irritating to those in your vicinity and also the only really way to go about your business.

            Productive? Not really. Like Dostoevsky pointed out, the people in the world that get things done generally ask no questions. They can’t be bothered with definitions and value judgments and the like. No time. The hamster just wants to mount the wheel.

            And all that.

            Anyone that knows me knows that I love blanket statements. This is going to be a hard bit of fasting.

            Hyperbole is my crutch. Generalization is my watchword. Categories are an addiction.

            Guess it shows a lack of creativity. Who knows? Cheers you animals. See you after.