In that passage, Adams calls this particular drive the "Passion for Superiority". But sometimes he also referred to it as the "Passion for Distinction":"I believe there is no one principle, which predominates in human nature so much in every stage of life, from the cradle to the grave, in males and females, old and young, black and white, rich and poor, high and low, as this Passion for Superiority … Every human being compares itself in its own imagination, with every other round about it, and will find some superiority over every other real or imaginary, or it will die of grief and vexation. I have seen it among boys and girls in school, among lads at college, among practicers at the bar, among the clergy in their associations, among clubs of friends, among the people in town meetings, among members of the House of Representatives, among the grave councilors, on the more solemn Bench of Justice, and in that awfully august body of the Congress, and on many of its committees – and among ladies every where – but I never saw it operate with such keenness, ferocity and fury, as among military officers. They will go terrible lengths, in their emulations, their envy and revenge, in consequence of it."
"There is none among them [the passions] more essential or remarkable, than the passion for distinction."
According to Adams, this passion for distinction was,
I think that not only was Adams correct, but that this principle explains nearly all of the odd and unusual actions I have taken throughout my whole life. The flavour of the word "distinction" which Adams used is pretty clear: it means essentially the same as "superiority". But I would add another layer of meaning to that. For me the "passion for distinction" is about being intentionally and decidedly different from all other men. As the Chocolate Watch Band put it, I'm Not Like Everybody Else:"a desire to be observed, considered, esteemed, praised, beloved, and admired by his fellows."
It explains so much. It explains why I put those J. C. Whitney torpedo lamps on the C-pillar of my 1972 Dodge Veg-O-Matic. It explains why, as a public school math teacher, I once swallowed a cricket in class. It explains why my musical taste runs to obscure psychedelic and garage bands from the 1960s, bands almost nobody knows about. It may even explain my undying devoted to that quirky branch of Christ's church known as Anglicanism.
I do these things, in large measure, because others do not.
When I am honest about it, I think that I have a huge fear of being ordinary, average, or normal. I don't think that this is altogether healthy. But, it does give me a certain drive or resolve, without which much of what I have achieved would have been left undone.
