To be – or not to be – opinionated
It’s like a reverse form of writer’s block.
Instead of spending so many minutes they amount to hours in front of a computer screen, waiting for brilliancy, I start with an often less-than-brilliant thought I’d like to share, and then proceed to draw a blank. The idea hasn’t disappeared. Rather, my eagerness to share my opinion is slowly replaced by worries over how I should say it, whether it is in fact my real opinion, whether I should think the subject through a little more before “enlightening” everyone with a stream of my nonsensical consciousness.
I’ve thought about this matter a lot, mostly because people I’ve spoken with sometimes get frustrated when I tell them that my opinion is to not have an opinion. What I mean when I say that, is my “opinion” is that none of the options they have provided me with are ones that I would choose to adopt as part of my own personal beliefs on how the world should operate. This generally doesn’t appease my counterpart, and the conversation descends into an argument over the validity of my response.
After wondering myself whether what I thought was being “open-minded” is actually quite narrow-minded, I’ve decided that it comes down to this: Whether it is “better” to have an opinion – or at least pick a starting point – that could be subject to change over the course of a life full of learning and experiences, or to acknowledge that you may not know everything, and that you are undecided?
Is it better, I guess, to be a part of the dialogue for the sake of being part of the conversation? For example, is it better for a Canadian to vote because we have been given the right to vote, and thus are entitled to voice our opinions on how we should be governed, even if that voter knows nothing about politics, governance, current affairs, or social issues? What if they know all there is to know, and don’t like any of the options?
Is it possible that, in not being able to pick a side because of uncertainty or indecisiveness or a lack of viable options, you become a part of a different conversation, one that is less about arguing the merits or pitfalls of one side or the other, and more about discussing all sides simultaneously in search of a new answer. Maybe it even becomes the search for a new question.
Another example: In arguing the pros and cons of capitalism versus communism, maybe it’s possible that in not siding with either, or a combination of the two, that we begin to ask ourselves the self-reflective questions we really should be asking ourselves. Questions like, ‘What is it that we need, now?’ instead of, ‘Which one wins?’ or perhaps ‘What has worked in the past?’
I read a book last week titled “The Evolution of the Doctrine and Practice of Humanitarian Intervention,” which, in a sentence, analyzed how United Nations’ and individual State actions have set precedents for where we legally, morally, and ethically draw the line between non-intervention and taking action. (There is of course no actual line, and the real issue being debated is that if States have a right to state sovereignty, and humans have a right to protected human rights, when do violations of the latter give the international community the right to “violate” the right of the former.)
It was a fascinating read (despite the fact that it was published in 1999). But there was one line in particular that stood out to me, and it didn’t really have much to do with anything. It was about how, in giving people the right to care for other people, or for the rights of other people and the rights of humanity, that you are also giving them the right not to care.
This logic is applicable to pretty much anything: In giving people the right to vote, you are giving them the right not to vote. If you have the right to speak, you also have the right not to speak. And when it comes to being constitutionally allowed (within reason) to express yourself and your opinions, you are also equally being given the right to choose not to do so. My question is whether, in consciously choosing not to do something, that makes it any less of a choice? If I don’t choose capitalism, and I don’t choose communism, and I don’t particularly agree with combining the two, does my decision mean I simply do not have an opinion?
Can’t not having an opinion be an opinion?
It’s not a matter of disinterest, in fact I could be just as knowledgeable on a given subject as anyone I’m talking to. When options A, B, and C don’t fit the bill, walking away would be disinterest. Choosing option D, however, is a choice, if for no other reason because it is a declination to choose any of the first three.
And anyone who has ever taken a Scantron test or watched “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire” will know that “None of the Above” is, on occasion, the correct choice.
Quotes for living happily
I stumbled across a post out in the blogosphere titled “75 Happiness Quotes to Live By,” and thought I’d share. After all, it’s a Saturday, the sun is shining, it’s summertime: What’s not to be happy about?
Here were some of my favourites:
10. If you settle for just anything, you’ll never know what you’re truly worthy of.
25. In life, you get what you put in. Everything comes back around.
31. […] Compare yourself to who you were yesterday.
42. You are always free to do something that makes you smile.
53. Sometimes you need to be alone to reflect on life. Take time out to take care of yourself. You deserve it.
54. The good things we build end up building us.
56. The difference between who you are and who you want to be, is what you do.
63. When you find yourself cocooned in isolation and despair and cannot find your way out of the darkness, remember that this is similar to the place where caterpillars go to grow their wings.
71. Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.
73. Sometimes you just have to look back at your past and smile about how far you’ve come.
74. Just because it didn’t last forever, doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth your while.
Be happy.
Why I dropped microeconomics
I pride myself on being an intelligent and critical-thinking individual. And for what I may lack in common sense, I make up for as an avid autodidact (as my unnecessarily complex vernacular should well point out).
I’m book smart; I like to read. I may read slowly, but it is a proven fact that those who take on average a longer time to read one page have a higher information retention rate.
My academic career has been littered with A’s for Awards, Ambition, and Academic excellence, and I have successfully completed many upper-level post-secondary courses that grappled with ambiguous topics like ethics, subjectivity, and relativism.
All of this, and I couldn’t wrap my pretty little head around the basic concepts learned in a level-100 Introduction to Microeconomics course.
So I dropped it.
I was told I’d have no problem: That when demand is high and supply is low, prices rise. It’s logical, it’s straight-forward. Apart from supply and demand, and the basics of elasticity, it is also completely foreign to me.
There were other reasons for dropping this course: I had four others on the go, as well as a part-time job, volunteer work, and numerous weekly meetings. But I’d often wondered why I found it so challenging to understand such basic economic principles when I’d previously managed to work my way through much more complicated subjects.
Economics, as I recall, is in part the study of human behaviour as it relates to matters like the consumption of goods and services. Economics is also founded on the rationale that people will consistently act in their own best interest, which financially translates into what will save one the most money, or earn one the most money.
This second point, as a general rule, is probably right.
But I also think it’s wrong.
What was missing from the equations – and what the missing link was to my understanding – was the variable for human nature, that encompasses more aspects of our humanity than our tendency to pursue self-interests.
The truth is that people do not always act rationally. While we have the ability to think rationally, our judgements can not only be influenced by our emotions, but may be solely based on emotion. And when I use the term emotion, I extend that to include feelings of pride, aggression, entitlement, retribution, of what is just, of what is fair. It includes what we believe and feel and want, and what we want or don’t want for others.
There was a study done where a person stopped two people on the street. He offered the first person $50, and told that person they could divide it however they wished between the two of them, but that the second person was to decide whether they both kept the money, or whether the offer was rejected.
For the first person, the “nice” thing to do, or the “fair” thing to do, would be to divide the money 50-50, knowing the second person would most likely accept the offer, and they would both walk away $25 richer.
Now for the second person, the economically “rational” thing to do would be to accept any offer that earns them money. After all, they have no control over the divying-up, and regardless of what they get, it’s free money. This means that, again, “rationally,” if the first person split the cash $30-$20, the second person should take it. They should also take it if it’s divided $49-$1.
However, the study pointed out that there comes a point when some people decide that their pride is worth more than what is being offered and, out of spite for the other “greedier” person, reject the financial offer for the both of them. (I know that if I was offered a dollar while my counterpart tried to take $49, I would, out of principle (anger, pride, justice) screw him over.)
And thus, I would argue that like the idea behind supply and demand is to find an equilibrium between the two, the key to figuring out how to get to that equilibrium rests, to a certain extent, of finding that line where our emotions and feelings (real or believed) overtake our rational thinking.
Some people act in the interest of the greater good (a form of self-interest assuming you include yourself in the greater good), while others are driven by the bottom line. We have different ways of thinking logically, different criteria for what makes up a rational or irrational decision, different views on whether it is justice or fairness or equality or hard work that should prevail at the end of the day. It’s complicated enough on a person-to-person scale, let alone incorporating governments, politics, nationalism, patriotism, and history into the mix.
The point I am trying to make is this: While the structures and general rules microeconomics would have taught me are generally quite accurate, if all of its principles can get thrown to the wind because one person pissed another person off, then I would rather spend my time studying human nature.
A call from DC
Yesterday, I got a call from Washington, DC.
He – the voice on the other end of the phone – offered me some advice, a little guidance on how I might go about pursuing a career in foreign correspondence and conflict zone reporting.
We’ve never met. In fact, the circumstances leading to the call were a series of happy coincidences, married with a little persistence.
Several weeks ago I went to my weekly Monday-night meeting, where timing and location meant I happened to meet one of my colleague and mentors’ longtime friends. I shared my experiences living on a military base in Wainwright, and my ambitions of coupling travel with journalism on issues that I find matter. He himself had studied journalism in Paris, but ended up furthering his education in international politics and economics.
One of his best friends, however, continued on with journalism, traveled to conflict zones, war zones, and areas of devastation. He now works for the IMF.
After a virtual introduction, a couples of emails, and a emailed resume spell-checked half a dozen times, he agreed to speak with me. And by agreeing to speak with me, I mean he just decided to call. Which takes me to yesterday morning, half-way through a rushed breakfast before heading off to work, staring at my phone trying to figure out whether this call from DC, USA was an automated credit card spam call.
I answered. And about 10 minutes later, I went back to getting ready for work, having possibly made the contact of a lifetime: A professional, talented, and experienced potential sounding board who has lived the career I hope to pursue.
The capitol called yesterday, and along with it, a glimpse of what my future could be.
Back to the blogosphere
I am on my phone constantly.
And if it’s not the phone, it’s the laptop, where I simultaneously run my Twitter and Facebook feeds, while listening to a TED Talk and reading a lengthy New York Times article. That, or some other combination of over-stimulation and attention deficit disorder.
I’m always plugged in. And on the occasion that I decide to check out – or my mental breaker goes – I am in one way or another connecting with another person. When I’m physically alone, I’m connected to others through books or music, in a literary or melodic transcendence of time and place.
That’s the ultimate goal, whether it be in one’s personal life, social life, or professional life: To connect with others, and to feel connected. Psychologically, it boils down to our need for acceptance; Journalistically, it’s the ability to tell powerful stories that open eyes, warm and break hearts, and cause people to feel. And it’s this ability that can make or break a career. It is the difference between a story having a dramatic political impact, and it’s physical form being re-used as fried fish wrapping paper.
I attended a Kwantlen University GDMA event in Vancouver recently. It featured Terry O’Reilly, who spoke to the power of storytelling. In a nutshell, he iterated that in communication, it simply isn’t enough to make people understand: You have to make them feel. Feeling, he said, calls people to action more than facts and figures. (Which explains the impact the #Kony2012 movement was able to have in such a short period of time, before the world decided to check the facts: A classic case of action based on emotion, which is then followed by rational, critical, logical thinking. This, I’ve argued, is why the creators of the 30-minute video were successful: They achieved exactly what they wanted to achieve, by telling a powerful story that opened eyes and broke hearts, albeit temporarily.)
When you tell a story, you add value. Value, in turn, creates margin, and margin means profit. While O’Reilly was talking specifically about communication in advertising, the same principles are applicable not only to journalism, but to how we communicate in our day-to-day, hour-to-hour, text-to-text lives. At the end of the day, we relate to other people through a series of stories, through feeling, through making a connection.
So today, as I sat at the beach in front of a million-dollar ocean view with my eyes glued to my iPhone, I had a bit of a long-awaited epiphany: That through apps and social media sites and digital devices, I am able to instantly connect with any other human being on the planet. I can follow the successes of an old high school peer as they actively construct the timeline of their life, and I can let someone living thousands of miles away know that they are missed, and have them instantaneously share my feelings in that same moment. I can see the trends of what is being talked about globally, and know when anyone I’ve ever met, living in my area, has checked-in nearby.
What an incredible time it is to be making connections, and communicating ideas. So here I am, connecting with you.
231
I can never help but do the math.
On my long (really short) walks home from high school, I would count the number of steps needed to take me away from school and back home. Then I’d count how many steps I would take on average per cement sidewalk square, multiply that by the rough number of squares there were, and compare the product to the exact number of steps I was actually taking.
Like I am sure most people do, I calculate which jug of laundry detergent gives me the most value for my money, navigate the figures around caloric intake, and determine the average amount of time it takes someone to text me back. Like I’m sure most people don’t, I sometimes catch myself counting how long it takes me to inhale and exhale (and it is a little nerve-racking to discover that those numbers don’t always match up), and I practice basic grade four multiplications.
If I decided to “do the math” to find out how much time I spent adding, subtracting, and dividing, I think I’d conclude that it is, on a general basis, a severe waste of my time.
Regardless, I’m doing a little math:
My last day of third year was April 26, 32 days ago. Summer is flying by. Assuming I will have classes on Tuesdays next term, my next is 99 days away.
So far, I’ve accumulated 87 university credits, with just a handful more to go.
There are 217 days left until January 1, 2013 and, here’s the big one, about 231 days until I leave for the UK.
Although it’s too early to tell the exact date I’ll be leaving, I know my semester at the University of Central Lancashire is set to start near the end of January. This will be the furthest away I have ever been from my sunny seaside city of White Rock, at some 7,600 kilometres. It will almost be the longest I’ve been away: If the math (and my plans) check out, I will be off learning, adventuring, and satisfying my curiosity for four months in Preston, England, and then for another four months in Some Country, Europe.
Given that I have consistently thought about this trip every day, for the past umpteen days, I figured I would do the math and figure out how much longer I’ll be waiting for. And so the countdown begins…