To peek or not to peek: On selective ignorance
It is highly possible that there are numerous reasons why my friends and acquaintances are glad that they are not me. So it goes. But I remember one time, in high school, when a good buddy of mine came right out and said it: “Dude, I’m so glad I am not you.”
It seems he had heard me discussing a piece of music with another musician friend. We had been tearing a song into pieces, trying to figure out what was going on with the time-signatures.
“I think I am insulted,” I responded to my candid pal. “Why, besides the obvious stuff, do you not want to be me?” [Read more →]