It’s not uncommon for me, regardless of what moot point or tired argument I’m trying to make, to be called a hypocrite.
Indeed, you’d just have to browse my Twitter feed for a few minutes to find some angsty, melodramatic complaints which I’ve railed against in this column.
And while browsing, you’d probably find a few mentions of parties or other excursions that I’ve repeatedly claimed no one cares about.
In furthered blatant hypocrisy:
- I frequently revoke my anti-fall ways to enjoy the season.
- I sometimes mourn the death of the classic rock I consider so pretentious.
- I often hate the overly hot summer weather I claim to love.
- And I’ve embodied the students I loathe by bragging about my grades.
It took me a while to realize it, but all of my complaints this semester — aside from my hatred of Rick and Morty fans — have just been things that, at some point or another, I’ve caught myself doing.
The only difference between my own self-annoyances and everyone else’s is that I’m loud and pretentious enough to write a column attempting to project those annoyances onto other people.
Make no mistake, if you’ve read my column this semester and had your feelings hurt, that’s a good thing. Every behavior I’ve targeted in my column has been unrelentingly annoying, and you should probably stop.
Just know that I’m in the same boat with you. Some people beat themselves up over a bad test score, and I write seven self-indulgent — and equally self-loathing — columns over my annoying habits.
When someone complains about something trivial and stupid, it’s usually a safe bet to assume they’re complaining about themselves. We’re our own worst critics — and that’s especially true in opinion writing.
Bennett Leckrone is a sophomore studying journalism at Ohio University. Please note that the views and opinions of the columnists do not reflect those of The Post. Want to tell Ben he's a hypocrite, even though he already knows? Tweet him @LeckroneBennett.
