pretentious
epitome of incomprehensibility This word was as yet unblathed until I was pretentious enough to tackle it.

Why? A few minutes ago, I thought up a sentence, decided it sounded pretentious, and then wondered, "Wait, what exactly makes it pretentious? How do you define 'pretentious,' anyway??"

I don't know exactly. My sentence was something like "The reason why I don't want to write about Germany was because I still haven't resolved the whole fairness/anti-ableism thing stemming from the Lindsey issue."

The main problem seems to be that it's vague. First of all, "write about Germany" should really be "write about the time I spent in Germany from May-June 2023." Countries, however fictitious, are bigger than me. Time, likewise. The proverbial world doesn't revolve around me.

And that could be the other part of pretentiousness: aggrandizing whatever you're involved in, making it about you, you, you (or me, me, me).

But the second part, about disability and unfairness, is more complicated. A thought that took two seconds to think might need an hour to process, reason through and edit; might come out like story, something like the_unfairness_of_immer_immersion (re immer_immersion).
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e_o_i ...and now I don't have time to finish it tonight because I'm sharing a place with others who'll want a shower at precisely eleven.

Would I be more expansive, more pretentious, alone? (I don't know, but I'd definitely be broke.)
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e_o_i I meant I'd run out of money fast if I tried living alone. I'm aloner than I was a few weeks ago, still recovering from some of what Dad calls grief. Grief seems to me to be more like when a person important to you dies, but you can call this grief if you want. Physically I seem more tired than usual.

None of this is pretentious. Should I say something snobby about James Joyce? Can't think of any. Forgot about the Finnegans Wake book club last week, am too tired to tackle immer_immersion today, or at least I think I have other things to do first.
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