Am I hack?
Recently I wrote about how angry it makes me that bathrooms aren’t designed properly. It was just something I had been thinking about, so I wrote it down and posted it.
But then I was in said bathroom, and a co-worker made a reference to how awkward it was to have the urinals so close to the front door. I replied, “Yeah”, and then mentally debated about whether or not I should offer up my thoughts on bathroom design. Because on the one hand, my bloggings are my thoughts, and as such, I should share them freely with others, whether online or one-on-one.
But then reciting prepared material in everyday conversation seemed to be a false representation of random thoughts. What’s next? Preparing speeches for the next drinking event? Having one-liners in my back pocket for the next office mixer? How gauche.
In the end, I opted to summarize my blog to my fellow co-worker. Sure, it got a laugh and a “yeah, I never thought of that”, but I felt like a comedian using his material on a talk show (See early episodes of “Arsenio” when Jerry Seinfeld was a guest).
I’m a hack. Sigh.