[Part I of a two part Post]
First off, my name is not actually Malcolm the Cynic. Throughout the blogosphere (what a great word) I use a few different screen names; the one some (Most?) readers will be familiar with is MarcAnthony. No, that is not my name either. MarcAnthony is a sort of play on words of my real name (which you will not be able to guess). The name Malcolm comes from the name of a character in a play/novel idea I’ve had for a long time now but could never quite get completely on paper, though I’ve tried a couple of times before procrastination finally got to me
So, what do I mean by calling myself a Cynic? I’ll tell you. A long time ago I read some post somewhere (I don’t remember by who or from where) explaining that a Cynic isn’t a pessimist. A pessimist has given up. He thinks “What’s the point? It’s too late anyway.” In a limited sense of the word, the pessimist is nihilistic.
Cynics are far more annoying. Cynics complain-all the time. And I mean ALL THE TIME. We’re opinionated. We’re obnoxious. We offend people (I mean, I don’t directly seek it out, but…no, yeah, I offend people).
But the reason we do this is precisely because we HAVEN’T given up. We want people to turn back, to fix things, to save themselves! Don’t you see you’re destroying society! Don’t you see what harm you’re doing! Stop! Do this instead! This is the Cynic.
The first Cynic was the philosopher Diogenes. Diogenes is awesome. He used to stand in the streets and beg for food. He’d drink out of his hands, pee in public, and insult people who were acting like idiots. I actually don’t agree with a lot of things Diogenes said and did. But I agree with his principles-there are some things the world needs to hear, and as long as there’s even the slightest chance of making the world a better place, we need to tell them.
You may have noticed that I’m pretty arrogant. This hasn’t escaped my notice, and I’m rather disturbed by it too. But in the end, it’s just a blog. I’m not running for office or anything, so whatever.
[Part II Next]