We’re all guilty of it.
Oh, Okay. I will give you the benefit of the doubt.
You NEVER do it.
Only me and just about everyone I know (except you).
The term I think has gone out of favor – even the Twitter account has been inactive for the past two years. But that doesn’t mean Humblebrags have gone away.
No – we still try to disguise our brags with some phony humility.
Here’s a few Oldies-But-Goodies from Twitter:
Now I love self-deprecating humor. You should never take yourself too seriously. But there is a huge difference between self-deprecating humor and the Humblebrag.
“My driver’s license lists parallel-parking as a restriction.”
“My parking is a disaster. The DMV required my Mercedes package to include Parking-Assist.”
And I’ve noticed lately that the Humblebrag has a subcategory that seems to be increasingly ubiquitous.
It’s the statement I like to call
The Bummerbrag happens when folks pretend to complain. But their complaint is really one ginormous gloat.
I won’t say I’ve never done it myself. Why just the other day I caught myself moaning about marketing my novel. “Why do I have to sell, sell, sell? I just want to do what I do best: Write.”
As that obnoxious comment was coming out of my mouth, I thought: “Bummerbrag.”
You have permission to make fun of me (behind my back is more fun) when I say or write something that pretentious. Just say what I said to myself: “Yeah, your accomplishment is such a burden.”
So now that I’ve ridiculed myself and invited you to do the same, I’d also like to ridicule a few Bummerbrags I’ve seen lately:
“Ugh. My market has decided not to deliver on the only day I can wait at home for the delivery.”
Oh, it must be awful to be too busy to buy food.
“Oh no. I just got back from my last business trip, and I find out my company has scheduled me to give yet another presentation, this time in Spain. I’m exhausted.”
Oh dear. An all-expense-paid trip to Europe is just horrid.
“The capital gains tax this year is killing me.”
I’m so sorry that your investments made so much money.
“Mom dilemma. Penelope and Parker are both getting awards the same day on opposite sides of town.”
I’ve met your kids. They’re getting Darwin awards.