
I like knowing things. I enjoy it as much as the next person. I like knowing that if I ever had head lice, I could put mayonnaise in my hair to get rid of it. I like knowing that foot odor can be stopped by soaking my feet in tea. I also like knowing how to look like the most badass mother fucker walking the earth.
Google image search: Professor Badass
But with great power comes great responsibility and I believe that it is our responsibility to wield this power only if need be. So with that… I must say that I feel there are certain things that aren’t meant to be known. More specifically, not everything is meant to be Googled.
You see, life is nothing more than a series of mysteries and what if’s. I feel Google is taking this away from us and I had this realization today at work. You see I get bored very easily and during these times I tend to go out of my way to both entertain and innocently manipulate. We were unpacking a box that just so happened to be filled with foam peanuts and I told my production manager that they were the edible kind. So I tried one in front of him. He was naturally curious, baffled and disgusted. But you know what? He tried one. I felt this was a victory but as I was walking back to my desk, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell I had just eaten.
Could I have Googled? Yes. But I didn’t.
One part “it didn’t actually taste the bad” two parts “I really dont wanna know”. I sit here comforted and covered from head to toe in my own ignorance in the matter. Ignorance is bliss as they say but we aren’t all saying it. This is a crime. A crime against ourselves and a crime against those around us.
I’ve been on the internets for as long as I can remember and for as long as l’ve been here, there have been two heated debates raging on to what seemed like no end. I feel these are the only two debates that will ever matter:
1. If a plane is on a runway that is actually a treadmill going in the opposite direction at the exact same speed as the plane, will the plane be able to take off?
and
2. When you are taking a shit, are you a stander or a sitter?
Both of these questions seem like non-issues and I would half agree with you if you said that. I mean what does it matter? A plane will never relevantly be on a giant treadmill and if there are nuts out there who want to stand while they wipe then so be it (I’m a sitter) but this is far deeper than that. These two questions represent some of the last opportunities for us to have uninformed opinions about nothing.
Everyone is going to debate about healthcare for instance. And there will always be some informed guy in the room who will shut you down with facts and logic. But these two questions never seemed to have a logical answer. Not for a long time anyway… then myth busters came along. Or as I call it “televised Google”. The mystery of the plane debate was instantly broken down in a half hour of television that just should’ve never happened. One side of the debate rejoiced and the other side was saddened. But in the end, both sides took on the same somber attitude similar to the one we all felt when Darth Vader’s mask came off in StarWars:
“…is that it?”
Quite frankly, I don’t know whether or not there is a true answer to the sitting vs standing argument. I’m sure there’s some logical reason involving sanitary issues or what have you but this debate should live on. The day this debate dies is the day the now pretentious majority definitively takes over. It’s the day when everyone’s sentences will being with “Well actually…”. This won’t be a good day.









