Knowing It All

 

“It’s what you learn after you know it all that counts.” – John Wooden

Have you ever worked with a know-it-all?  The one who is not always right but never in doubt.  They know just enough, to be right often enough, to convince themselves they know-it-all.  Working with or for a know-it-all can be one of life’s most frustrating experiences.  Perhaps the only thing more challenging is trying to manage a know-it-all.

In 1999 two psychologists, David Dunning and Justin Kruger, conducted a series of tests measuring college undergraduates’ logical reasoning, grammar and social skills.  After taking the test, students were asked to complete a self-assessment regarding how well they performed.  When the researchers compared actual test results to the students’ expected results, they found that the majority of those with lower scores had significantly overestimated their performance.

Thus, we now have what is known as the Dunning-Kruger Effect which is the tendency of people with low ability in a specific area to give overly positive assessments of their ability.  This isn’t a matter of intelligence.  For that matter, highly intelligent people may be even more inclined to overestimate their ability in areas where they lack the knowledge, skill and experience to perform well.

As a person with more than a few rings around his trunk, I confess that at times I have been an overly confident know-it-all in certain areas where I knew far less than I thought I did.  When one is younger and has a few wins under their belt, it’s easy enough to fall into the know-it-all trap.  One would do well to consider that it’s not about how smart you are or how much you know, it’s about what you don’t know. Once you can admit you don’t know-it-all you are ready to begin learning.

 

In The Corner

I had a dream the other night.  I was younger, probably in my early 20’s, and with three other young men.  We were dirty and hungry wandering around barefoot in tattered clothes. The dream gave no clue as to who these other men were or how we had come to this place and in such bad shape.  I did have the sense that we might have been soldiers, perhaps escaped POWs trying to get back to our lines.

We were in the countryside, stumbling along by a river.  We came upon a sand bar near the riverbank and saw small footprints.  Some were barefoot and some had shoes.  We walked a bit further along a trail that ran beside the river looking for more footprints when suddenly a boy appeared.  He looked to be 8 or 9 years old, and he had a sack over his shoulder that was filled with canned food. 

We spoke to him, but he did not reply, only motioning for us to follow him off the trail and up to higher ground above the river.  He pointed to a small village in the distance and began walking in that direction.  We followed.  When we got to the village we saw no signs of life.  

It was an old village.  We might have been in Germany, or France, or Northern Italy.  He led us to an empty cottage and unloaded the canned food.  Before we could tear into those cans, a small girl and two other boys appeared.  The little girl was carrying a basket of bread.  One of the boys had a jug of fresh water, the other a bottle of wine.  They smiled and offered us the bread, the water and the wine.

Before I awoke from the dream, I remember a small loaf of bread in my hands.  I broke it in half and began to eat. Then the dream faded away and I woke up....crying.

That's me in the corner

That's me in the spotlight

Losing my religion...

But that was just a dream

Try, cry, why try?

That was just a dream

Just a dream

-R.E.M. song "Losing My Religion" 

(And this was, in fact, a real dream that I am still trying to figure out.)