Recently, a friend and I were talking about his new car, and he talked about the something something power in his engine, what great shocks he had, and I had to stop him to remind him I know zilch about cars. It's just one of those things I care very little to know, study, get thrilled about.
He then backtracked, quite patiently, to explain what was kickass about his new ride, and I realized something then: Too often we can smile and nod and pretend to know the basics of what we're being told, but why lie to ourselves? I'm assuming there's a Canadian politeness at play. There's some shame here. Sometimes we might stay silent to keep the flow of the conversation going.
One of the great things about being a journalist is how it's kept me curious. I want to know stuff I don't know, learn about people I've long admired but never met. I find it exciting to admit to myself, "Yep, I know nothing about how lawyes are using virtual reality, but I want to learn about about this idea ace to the sap."
We should tell ourselves, and the people around us, when we don't know something because doing otherwise would be a disservice to our own growth.
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