Then one day you realize that, they have no idea what they are doing. You think that might be a comforting thought but it ends up keeping you up at night.
I had been waiting from pre-teen, through teenage years, and past my young adult years. Wonder, waiting, hoping I would someday feel like I had "grown up" and was an "adult" now.
That's the trick: it never happens. There's little difference between a "kid" and an "adult" besides obvious physical maturation. You just get new things to juggle and new worries. Bills and job instead of homework. Kids and coworkers and friends (if you're lucky) instead of HS drama. I still don't feel that much different at the core than I did at ~18 and that was 19 years ago.
This was always a good example of what it's like growing up.
For me it was when my dad was sick dying and after he died.
For me it was when I spent a thousand € on a home server and nobody stopped me!
If I was a kid my parents wouldn't allow such a useless purchase just for my fun. (even with my own money)
The world keeps spinning either way
The real mind fuck for me was the realisation that we're all just blobs of genetics navigating ourselves through a cold and uncaring universe and that free will is an illusion.
People hate the idea that they're not in control of their destinies.
I know exactly what I am doing. And I know I am doing it wrong.
I don't know if that is better or worse
Im old adjacent to old and this never changes. The people who are certain about everything are the ones to be careful of
Because theyre either lying about, or blissfully unaware of their own shortcoming.
Or they work in sales.
The "con" in Con Artist is short for confidence. I think a lot of con artists become their mask over time as a coping mechanism.
Imposter syndrome is a real thing
Nah, I'm not even good enough for an imposter syndrome
Lmao yeah. You know when you don't exactly know the answer so you stall until the person you're talking to finishes your sentence for you? Like that, but at a large scale at work.
Yeah, the other people who are pretending better than you are the real imposters.
Feeling like I tricked someone to get where I am and shouldn't be here is my bread and butter haha
that's called impostor syndrome if i recall correctly (which i probably don't..!)
Or just the reality that no one knows what they are doing, but only some people will admit it.
only some people will admit it
Boomer: I worked really hard for my house and final salary pension!
Gen Y: Sure, Dad. That's why our rent costs £1300pm and pensions are all defined contribution now, because we don't work hard!
As I've grown up and learned more about the world, I've learned that it's not so much that no one knows what they're doing, but more that most people don't have clarity about why we do what we do. We're disconnected from our work and we don't receive it's benefits personally. Instead we exchange it for currency, so we don't know if we've "hit the mark" or not. Is my work accomplishing it's intended purpose? Who the hell knows. I just try to do this thing and keep my boss/teacher happy. We live in a hyper real world where the appearance of accomplishment is a standin for the real thing, so it's like we're throwing darts blindfolded at a target. And don't get me wrong, we might be doing everything correctly and benefiting the world, but at the end of the day what we see is not it's benefits, but it's supposed equivalent currency. We're all going through the motions and just hoping it's "right", and that can feel indistinguishable from "I don't know what I'm doing"
You may already know this, but if you don't:
You perfectly described Marxist alienation and commodity fetishism.
Alienation:
Karl Marx's theory of alienation describes the experience of human life as meaningless or the human self as worthless in modern capitalist society. It is Marx’s earliest recognizable attempt at a systematic explanatory theory of capitalism.
The theoretical basis of alienation is that a worker invariably loses the ability to determine life and destiny when deprived of the right to think (conceive) of themselves as the director of their own actions; to determine the character of said actions; to define relationships with other people; and to own those items of value from goods and services, produced by their own labour.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marx's_theory_of_alienation?wprov=sfla1
Commodity fetishism:
The theory of commodity fetishism (German: Warenfetischismus) originated from Karl Marx's references to fetishes and fetishism in his analyses of religious superstition, and in the criticism of the beliefs of political economists. Marx borrowed the concept of "fetishism" from The Cult of Fetish Gods (1760) by Charles de Brosses, which proposed a materialist theory of the origin of religion. Moreover, in the 1840s, the philosophic discussion of fetishism by Auguste Comte, and Ludwig Feuerbach's psychological interpretation of religion also influenced Marx's development of commodity fetishism.
Marx's first mention of fetishism appeared in 1842, in his response to a newspaper article by Karl Heinrich Hermes, which defended Germany on religious grounds. Hermes agreed with the German philosopher Hegel in regarding fetishism as the crudest form of religion. Marx dismissed that argument and Hermes's definition of religion as that which elevates man "above sensuous appetites". Instead, Marx said that fetishism is "the religion of sensuous appetites", and that the fantasy of the appetites tricks the fetish worshipper into believing that an inanimate object will yield its natural character to gratify the desires of the worshipper. Therefore, the crude appetite of the fetish worshipper smashes the fetish when it ceases to be of service.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commodity_fetishism?wprov=sfla1
Wasn’t following you at first but then I kept reading. You’ve described imposter syndrome pretty well.
I know exactly what I'm doing. But idk how to get to doing what I want to do. :(
Ah... See your problem there was not choosing to be born into a rich family.
Silly me
I have no idea what I'm doing.
I don't even know why I'm alive.
There are so many things I want to do. But I can't because I need to 'survive'.
You're alive because your parents fucked.
LoL... that's fair point 🌚
This was me failing out of my first programming job. College was crappy (forced to go to christian college) and I got effectively a 'script kiddy's degree instead of a real software engineering degree. Tried to fake it till I make it with my first real job, got fired ended up in a significantly less technical IT job instead.
Oof, that's rough. Nobody knows how to program without doing it though. Even senior people forget systems they haven't worked with in a while. You could always do some side projects, or freelancing, and then return to coding when you're up to speed. Finding another job should be trivial with a CS degree and a portfolio of projects.
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A four-panel comic by Chibird titled "my life so far".
The first panel shows a character with shoulder-length brown hair and a pink shirt sitting in front of a piece of paper labelled "TEST". Above the character is the text "I have no idea what I'm doing."
The second panel shows the same character wearing a yellow shirt and white shorts, holding a cup and surrounded by four other characters, one with short red-brown hair wearing a blue shirt and shorts also holding a cup, and another with dark red-brown hair and a pink shirt are in the foreground and appear to be talking, while two less-detailed characters in blue and pink are in the background. Above the yellow-shirted character is the text "I have no idea what I'm doing."
The third panel shows the character from the first two panels wearing a graduation gown and cap and holding a diploma. Above the character is the text "I have no idea what I'm doing."
The fourth panel shows the character in a blue shirt, sweating profusely as they sit at a laptop labelled "A REAL JOB". Above the character is the text "I have no idea what I'm doing."
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Took me a while to figure out that nobody really knows what they're doing
White collar people maybe. Imposter syndrome in my opinion is a luxury of office workers. Tradespeople generally know their craft pretty well, especially if they went through an apprenticeship. Ever seen an old hand factory machine operator? It's like art.
The bad electricians tend not to last long.
Yes.
No one has. Some are better at hiding it.
Its fake it until you make it for all of us, really.
Real talk: none of us do
Yep, that's the trick. Not everyone is a blagger, but most people are!
I'd say 5% or less of people I've met are actually excelling in their lives/careers, 90% of people I know are just doing the bare minimum or are just lucky enough to scrape by and the remaining 5% are the people that don't give a fuck.
Genetically, we are cavemen, trying to navigate our lives through a modern society that has extremely little resemblance to the savannah that we evolved on, don't let imposter syndrome get you down!
Tradespeople do. Imposter syndrome seems to mostly be a white collar phenomenon. Every person on my team knows how to do their job adequately, and they all excell in at least one aspect. It's like that at most facilities/factories/plants/shops.
People who can't get the hang of it tend to get drummed out early.
Fake it till you make it.
I really hate that saying. For me it implies that lying will get you anywhere. I guess that's why a lot of people end up somewhere they don't 'belong' doing things they're not really able to do. What's the point of that?
I think it’s more about faking confidence to yourself so that your mind is clear of social anxiety
Too real.
dangerously real :(
Love it, this is one of the best meme comics I've seen in quite some time.
As bad as this feels it feels much worse to know what you are doing and not allowed to do it.
A Real Job Air 15"
I have no idea what I'm doing too. I have zero knowledge about anything around me.
Last words "I have no idea what happened. HISTORY ABHORS A PARADOX!"
You officially become an adult the day you realise everyone else is doing the same thing, and has been all along.
It's chancers and blaggers all the way to the top.
