I do/do not understand

A bit ago, Chris wrote What should I expect others to know and understand? It was based, initially, on a comment she made on Facebook, though her article took its own direction, as articles often do. She also mentioned a piece, Psychology of Intelligence Analysis, from the CIA.

“How can you not know that?” How often have you said those words, either out loud, or silently, in your mind? How often have others said that about you?

The struggle is that we have developed a wide range of opinions about what one OUGHT to know. I know the Speaker of the House’s skin color (orange) but not Snooki’s real name; she’s on some apparently popular show called Jersey Shore. Depending on who you’re asking, X or Y is IMPORTANT to know, and Y or X, not so much.

I had a colleague who used to infuriate me. Ask her for advice, and, almost inevitably, she’d say, “Oh, that’s EASY.” Well, it was obviously NOT easy for me, which why I was asking; at the same time, she diminished her own gift.

It would be immodest, but probably true, to suggest that I happen to know a boatload of factoid type of stuff – though not about astronomy, botany, or cars, e.g. Conversely, I’ve always been lousy about physical stuff.

You know those two-dimensional representations of three-dimensional objects? There would be tests asking which one of the four objects is like the original. Of course, the examples would be turned on their axes. I simply could not “see” it easily at all. Some people look at architects’ drawings or floor plans and can visualize what the finished structure will look like; they are just lines on paper to me.

There were these exams called the Iowa tests that I took in sixth grade. I did really well in math and reading and the like. But on a 100 scale, I got a 13 in mechanical aptitude. You should have seen – or better still, NOT seen – the stuff I made in shop. You know that Bill Cosby story about making a wood shop item with one leg too long, so one trims that leg, and THREE legs are too long? That was me. Honestly, I blew up more ceramic items in the kiln than the rest of the class combined.

One learns to compensate, though. Accepting that one just can’t be good at everything helps a LOT.

Although, I will always remember this: I was in 7th grade art, and I did some pieces. My father visited the classroom, and he expressed surprise (shock) that I received a grade as high as a B in the marking period. The teacher responded that I had done as well as I could, which was certainly true.

(I will have come back to this. Didn’t go where I was thinking it would, at all…)

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5 thoughts on “I do/do not understand

  1. What can you assume in other people? Perhaps you can only make solid assumptions if the people you are dealing with are exactly like you. The more they are not like you, the less you can assume.

    Now, if only I can remember to apply that to my own life.

  2. I, like you, tend to be pretty ignorant about pop culture. Because I don’t have a TV at home – or internet now – I tend to be ignorant of sudden flare-up-die-down political scandals, too.

    For me, the 3D visualization thing always came easily and I was extremely good at woodworking. In junior high I won a prize for designing a vase. I used wood of two different color and then sawed through them and sanded them to make them look swirled.

    One of the really, really hard one for me is “face = name.” I can meet someone dozens of times and never remember their name. I can know someone for a year and if I meet them out of context I’m totally baffled.

  3. I remember those Iowa Tests of Basic Skills! And not fondly. Being right-brained, I’m pretty good at spatial and 3D concepting. It’s the tedious left-brain analytical stuff that gets the best of me.

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