I am a Self-Obliterator.
A really, really good one.
Last weekend I indulged in some heavy self-obliteration practices to the extent that I now feel the deep urge to write something about it, before it transcends into something potentially more committed, like being a Defeatist or maybe even an Unjustified Quitter.
There are some fundamental differences between being a Self-Obliterator and being a Defeatist that I'd like to start by outlining.
First of all, a Defeatist is defined as being someone who expects or is excessively ready to accept failure without a struggle.
A Self- Obliterator on the other hand, is, I have deduced, someone who is in denial about both the prospect of failure and the possibility of success. They are a variety of deeply ambiguous sole for whom it makes more sense to defend against the troubling realities that may transpire should their actions (or lack thereof) cause the pendulum between failure and success to tip either way.
Of course, Self-Obliterators are not the same as Head-in-the-Sanders.
Self-Obliterators are in denial, but this denial takes on a distinctly active form.
To ensure that they preserve their warped self- expectations, that is, that they are capable of/deserve neither success nor failure, Self- Obliterators must account for their tendencies to flirt with the notion of failure and yet never follow through with it, and their potential incapacities/ absence of (obvious) expectation to succeed.
Not to be confused with those who posses the slightly inconvenient and more placid plight of Extreme-Humbleness, Self-Obliterators violently and verbally beat the idea of success away from their door with a barrage of fear and self-doubt.
'What? No I don't expect to get a job in academia after I'm finished. What do you think I am some kind of idiot? I'll be lucky if I even complete my fieldwork the odds are that stacked against me, I probably should just quit RIGHT NOW...'
It's ok though, attacking the mere discussion of possibilities post-PhD with fear and self-doubt shows to others, for the Self-Obliterator, a lack of fear and self-doubt, obviously.
'...but yeah, you know, I mean it'll probably be all right actually come to think of it probably. I mean, I don't know how but jesus. I've dragged myself this far beyond the destitute experience of high-school. Surely even I can work something out '.
The jaws of failure have snapped at their ankles. Observe as the Self-Obliterator expels it with a begrudged sense of entitlement and a 'fearless' display of implied ineptitude.
Sigh.
I shall return with further insight (ha) into this complex, highly useless mentality in the future (maybe). Perhaps once I have drifted categories into something more productive, like, oh, I don't know, maybe a Believer...
Kath
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