On pretending to know things

I get the feeling that you’re really good at pretending to know things, but you don’t actually know anything.


Well, yeah. I’ve said from day one that I am completely full of shit. That’s not really the same as pretending to know things, but it’s close enough to what you meant. I’m also totally cool with the Socratic paradox, which is to say I agree with you that I don’t actually know anything.

So, now what? Are you done coming at me like I owe you some lengthy treatise on Camille Paglia’s brand of feminism? Are you done being butt hurt that I called you a child for suggesting that I support the worst politicians?

I don’t owe you anything. You seem to think you’re entitled to me, but you aren’t. You don’t know me. I’m just a figment of your imagination. Every single opinion you have about me is pure, uncut projection. Every single emotion you have about my work is a reflection of how you feel about yourself.

This ain’t about what I know, honey. It’s about what you know to be true when you look in the mirror.

(And of course, feel free to meet me in the comments section. I know you’ll have plenty more to say.)


17 thoughts on “On pretending to know things

  1. Chris says:

    Oh sure, you call him “honey,” but I’m out here all the time, adding to the zeitgeist (googling zeitgeist…..yep, used it wrong) and I get jack squat!

  2. Jen says:

    And I found this a little too satisfying to read, so that’s how my Friday is feeling. But thank you thank you thank you thank you for all the posts and sharing, it’s been making my days better.

  3. LilyandLoo says:

    The world of celebrity -like the conversations in Instagram comments sections. Totally assumed you were a woman while reading your answers but maybe you’re not

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