Precisely Pretentious, Pretentiously Precise

Pretentious is my middle name. From obnoxious vocabulary to obscure references to indie lyrics, my Facebook statuses and Twitter updates lack everything except pretension. At the point where you think you're really cool if nobdy "likes" your Facebook status because its too indie for them to understand, you probably only have 1/1000th of the "friends" you possess on the Face books.

My ridiculous debate partner, who calls me literally everyday with sometimes legitimate questions and other times random-assed statements or comments tells the best jokes/stories. "Hey, Winston... What's Facebook? Is that when you put your face in a book?"

Probably the WORST usage of the English language that I have ever heard and probably the second WORST usage of my already free after 7pm cell phone minutes... even Sprint probably had to charge me a few bucks for that one. The only thing that could make that joke worst is if he said it in his native tongue, which is a complete lie because that would make the joke racially hilarious, and the only humor I appreciate is crude or racist. (I get witty/dry jokes too, but they are as genuine as my English essays)

What is pretension? In many respects, everybody is pretentious on their own level. The person, image, idea that we all try to imitate, you know our "personalities", takes shape only first through the pretension that we construct as "me". Sure, sometimes I am a pretentious douschebag, but we really are all pretentious, though we certaintly are not all douschebags. I'm sure I'm not the only one that questions myself who I am or who I want to be/want people to think of me. Such premeditation is inevitable. I'm just a little bit more precise then others and often that translates into something like this: "Hey Parag, MYspace isn't YOURspace. I just have a better layout and profile picture to prove it."

subliminal thoughts

i'm not very good at this anymore and not that i ever was. but perhaps with the advent of a new school year filled with simplistic success (by my own standards), i can accompany it with a more consistent blog schedule. often, the alternatives criticize consistency as some sort of evil institution that traps and vacuums the very marrow out of our fragile spines. I disagree. beyond the realm of social constructions and standardized standards stands only ourselves. the ontological question should be one that asks who we are not in the common, boring sense of "inner richness of life" but rather what is outside of it. consistency is no paradox when coupled with a life of happiness and yet it is something i lack and have recently desired for. yeah. thats not true.