“The lady doth protest too much, methinks.” – Hamlet Act III, scene III
You’ve probably heard this quote before… or maybe even even (mis)quoted it yourself. But what does it really mean? When this phrase is uttered (incorrectly or not), it is meant to say that one is so adamantly opposed to the “charge”, that one’s objection may indicate the exact opposite.
Have you ever caught someone in the midst of a lie and when you question that person, the alibi is so airtight that it’s almost too perfect? There is such an elaborate excuse that you can tell it’s been pre-meditated? Right around that time is when your antennae should go up and your brow should furrow. Talk about a red flag. The party in question is basically giving him/herself away.
It’s like when my dog (Smitty) pees on something. He gets all worked up and it’s a dead giveaway. Guilty as charged… hence another popular phrase, “Guilty dog barks the loudest.”
May seem like a straightforward explanation, but protest can also take the form of boasting or bragging. As we all know (or at least should), boastfulness most times stems from deep insecurity. Those who paint the prettiest pictures are usually the ones with the most to hide.
When I scroll through my Facebook feed and see people leaving elaborate status updates about how great life is or how much they are “over it” or how in love they are with his/her boyfriend/girlfriend, I feel really embarrassed for those individuals. Partly because I’ve definitely been guilty of doing it before… so I can spot it from a mile away. Here’s the thing, people who are living really fabulous lives are out doing just that… living their fabulous lives. Not updating their Facebook pages. People who are deeply in love with someone don’t have to broadcast it. People who are over it… are over it.
So, next time you’re feeling bummed cause you see that everyone is out popping bottles alongside Jay-Z at the hottest club on the planet and there are models and unicorns- UNICORNS- there, just chuckle to yourself knowing that this is really code for sitting home alone watching Golden Girls with a quart of Haagen Dazs and there’s probably a cat involved… not that there’s anything wrong with that either.
The rest is silence.
Where were you during my late 20’s? You would have saved me from a compulsive liar of a husband that made me feel koo koo bc his explanations totally made sense.
I recently to my coworker about the very same topic at the bottom of your post. She concurred with your assessment and thus made me feel better about not being as fabulous as others posts. I must be functonally retarded to not have been able to piece all of this together on my own! Good post!
So glad to know I’m not alone. It’s tough to put those thoughts into words, but somehow I managed 🙂 I think there are plenty of us out there who have thought about these things without being able to make sense of it. All we can do is live and learn though, right?