Birthdays always bring on an unavoidable surge of nostalgia. Ah. Let’s look back at the last year and see what I’ve learned. How I’ve grown. Who I’ve met. What experiences I’ve had.
Nah. Let’s not.
Let’s look at the past decade instead.
I obviously can’t speak for everyone who is making that strange transition from their teens, but for me the past ten years have been about one thing:
Making it sound like I knew what the fuck was going on.
Because, honestly, most of the time I didn’t have a clue. Everyone seemed so sure of themselves while I sat there, smiling silently, secretly panicking that I was so far behind the others. In everything. In life. In experiences. In straight up knowledge; everyone seemed to know about everything. How? How did they do that so fast? Was it while I was playing video games? Goddamnit Mario.
But no. I caught on. I found out what was up. And I started to do it too. All those people didn’t really know everything about everything, they just acted like they did.
So I started to do the same thing.
I was confident about crap I knew literally nothing about. Because you know what? If you act like you know what you’re talking about, people believe you. They don’t even think to question you.
“Well, he said it with a loud voice and his chest out…so cabbages must really make you taller!”
Don’t get me wrong here. I didn’t lie. Or at least, tried not to. I presented whatever little information I had with confidence. No one would ever know that past that seemingly proud kid’s exterior there was a terrified child sweating bullets as he tried to dig so deep to find something intelligent to say he felt as though he might pass out and lose his lunch…although probably not in that order. That’d be impressive. And messy.
It didn’t take away the fear that I should be learning more or having more experiences, but it damn sure put me on the same level as everyone else. And you know what? I bet they were all doing the same. We were all in the same boat.
Faking it.
Fake it and people take you seriously.
People take you seriously and you get noticed.
Get noticed and you get yourself a job and maybe even a good education, further from those classrooms that teach the skill of number 2 pencil bubbling. Not even the classroom education at all. Something more meaningful.
And once you’re educated and have a steady job and maybe even a family,
Then you can slow down and actually try and figure out what the fuck is going on.
Or keep faking it.
‘Cause that’s probably what I’ll do.