I Don’t Know
I don’t know anything. I don’t know how to answer the question where do you see yourself in five years when asked in interviews. I can’t see the future just give me this position so my parent’s stop asking me about getting a “real job.”
I’ve probably spent about half of my life sitting in a classroom and I still don’t know the correct way to study for an exam. I studied politics in college and my thesis statement on how I feel about politics is everyone should just shut up about politics for 15 minutes. I sat in class and watched people debate. After five minutes I realized neither one of them was listening to the other one; they were just regurgitating ideologies and opinions that they copied from their one friend, who copied it from their cousin, who copied it from their dad, who copied it from their favorite news anchor on TV. But who am I to judge them? My participation grade sucked in every class, at least they joined the conversation.
I promise you I don’t know much at all, at age 18 society asked me what I wanted to do with my life and my answer was I want to go to my friend Collin’s house and play beer pong in his basement. And if I’m being honest with myself, that’s still what I want to do because we had a great time playing beer pong in my friend Collin’s basement.
I don’t know a thing about relationships. I cried when the Mets lost the World Series in 2015 but not when my girlfriend broke up with me in that same year. I don’t know how to get girls to like me, sometimes it just happens and other times it doesn’t. Again, If I’m being honest with myself it’s more often the latter than the former but that’s not important.
I don’t know anything. And neither do you, but we all fake it. We fake it when we meet new people or when we talk to adults, I mean real adults not 18-22 year olds playing dress up as adults. Trust me, when I saw my Aunt during Thanksgiving break in college, I told her about how my classes were going great and all the internships I was trying to get involved in. Not the fact that I was terrified of the future and ate dry cereal out of a solo cup for dinner three nights in a row the previous week.
But as for the young millennials, the recent college graduates and the current college students. Otherwise known as my peers. We love to be right and share our opinions for the whole world to hear and we think everybody should listen, even though in ten years there’s a better than likely chance that we’re going to have a whole set of different opinions and beliefs. However, I’m starting to think we might just all be better off if we collectively admitted we don’t really know anything about anything. Because not knowing anything isn’t a bad thing, it gives us the opportunity to learn. I implore my peers and myself to have the curiosity of an experienced, intelligent individual but the courage to be the idiot you actually are. But you probably shouldn’t listen to me because I don’t know anything.