About a million years ago, Socrates said “the unexamined life is not worth living.”
So why are there so many people in the world who are living in lala land, thinking they are geniuses and have everything figured out, when in reality they are incomIncredipetent boobs?
I’m sure there are areas of my life in which I am not self aware. I’d tell you what they are, but I’d rather not think about it. (ba dum bum)
There are plenty of flaws and things I suck at that I am fully aware of. I tend to expect the worst from people. I am often passive aggressive. I am truly awful at creative design. And I can’t make gravy.
Let’s take the creative design aspect. When I was in high school, I participated in art. It turned out I had a knack for calligraphy. Technically, it’s art. But at its most basic form, it’s a very precise, technical, repetitive form of art. One does not have to possess a great deal of creativity to excel at calligraphy. I did well with it, won national awards (in high school), and pretty much everyone I knew said “dude, you should study graphic design.”
So I marched right out after high school and enrolled in the junior college design program. I absolutely loved the teachers. Even more, I loved my classmates. I loved the photography classes (incidentally, another highly scientific form or art). When it came to creativity with design, I was somewhere between mediocre and ass ugly. I rolled along in a an ignorant bliss until finally about 3 semesters in, one of my teachers said “dude, you suck at this, and you’ll never make a living.” And she was right.
I dropped out of the program and ultimately did business degrees instead.
I really wanted to be a musician or an artist. Like… really wanted that. I aspired to do it. And I completely sucked at it.
I would never pretend to be a good artist now. I know all of the programs graphic designers use (Photoshop, Illustrator, InDesign, etc.), but that does NOT make me an artist. I can recreate something that someone else draws up, and I can usually execute it well. But that does NOT make me an artist.
I’ve seen good graphic design. I went to school with some incredible ones. I have hired amazing graphic designers to do projects for where I work. My point is, I can’t DO good design, but I RECOGNIZE good design.
The point of that story is, I deal with a person on a regular basis who thinks they (gender intentionally obfuscated) can design. They do “designs” by opening a Microsoft Publisher template and changing all of the fonts to Garamond. They are completely and utterly convinced that they are fabulous at design and that they have so much skill they should critique others’ designs as well, including those of award-winning ACTUAL designers. They even went so far as to say, and I quote “I’m very creative… my sister is a sculptor.”
At which point my brain exploded.
Sometimes people’s lack of self-awareness is completely impenetrable.
There’s another person. We’ll call her Josephine. Josephine got pregnant in college, dropped out, got married. The guy was a physically abusive piece of crap. Josephine stayed with him, popping out more and more kids. Eventually HE filed for divorce because Josephine was having an affair.
Josephine LOVES to critique my relationship.
What. The. French. Toast.
Josephine is by definition, completely and utterly absent of self-awareness. Of the 6 billion people on the planet Earth, she is categorically the last person I would ever take relationship advice from.