The no-claim claim is a humblebrag, a delicious display of faux modesty…
Let’s talk a bit about the no-claim claim. It’s a humblebrag, a delicious display of false modesty meant to illuminate accomplishment without resorting to any untoward gesticulation.
A downward gazing fist pump, soul arching kick out, meant to say, “I’m proud of myself, but I’m not gonna get all up in your face about it.”
It covers up failure well.
Maybe that barrel wasn’t so deep, that air so high, that turn so hard. All the no-claim’s saying is that you think you did good, not better than anyone else. Ostensibly, at least. We all know the truth. It’s like complimenting an old lady on her famous homemade pie crust.
“Oh no, this one didn’t have enough sugar, it was terrible.”
But the old biddy is smiling on the inside, ‘cuz she thinks the meringue you whipped up tastes like sour cardboard.
I don’t do humility so good, got an awful tendency toward self praise. I really don’t see much wrong with it, you’ve gotta have a lot of self confidence to get shit done.
Years ago I got a damn good barrel out at Turkeys, a guy on the beach even said so.
“Dude, sick tube you got out there.”
On the drive home the wife pointed out that I kind of came across like a prick.
“You should just say, ‘Thank you,’” she said.
Hard to wrap my head around at first. I try hard, why shouldn’t I just bask in well deserved praise? Because people will like me more, that’s why.
It’s a pretty manipulative move. Almost insulting, denigrating an impressive accomplishment only serves to shit on those who aren’t on that level.
But we lie to ourselves and others every day. In word or deed, it’s these forced delusions that get you through life.
It works great with freediving.
“Yeah, I only hit 120′ before I turned around. Pretty weak.”
I’m not an idiot, I know 12 stories is plenty deep. But the subtext, so beautiful.
“I’m so gnarly that 120’ ain’t shit.”
But make no mistake, it’s all the same when things are said and done. Whether you’re waving your arms above your head like some meth-ed out monkey, or just setting your jaw and giving a bit of swagger, you’re broadcasting to the world that you think you’re better. Just in a more palatable fashion.
And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.
Of course, I wouldn’t. I’ve got a pretty high opinion of myself.
(Thanks to Karl Myers for the idea…)