The Post-grad Chronicles, Ch. 1: I don’t know what the hell is going on

Posted on June 28, 2012


A wise man (along with most of my teachers, professors, catechists, friends’ parents, soccer coaches and other various elders in positions of authority who beat the idiom into trite directional pudding) once said, “honesty is the best policy.”

So I’ll be honest: I don’t know what the hell is going on. Not in my personal life, not in my career path, not *entirely* on “The Newsroom” and certainly — most positively — not with the Affordable Care Act.

So today, as I sunned in comfortable joblessness for yet another day, drinking an improvised (and wholly delicious, though I should’ve removed the skin from my peach) fruit smoothie, watching a personal-record-breaking two hours of Fox News (remote was on other chair, and I am a jobless 22-year-old, which should speak toward this decision), I really thought about how little I know. How under-informed I am.

And believe it or not, I got kind of excited about it. In the sublime, blissfully overwhelmed sense, or at least as romantic as one can feel about being a self-proclaimed stupid. I realized, as I watched lawyers and pundits and government officials from all angles and Mitt “Obamacare” Romney and President Barack “This Isn’t Politics, I Swear” Obama all pay me their televised (see: “more credible”) and heavily rhetoricked two cents on this massive, monumental Supreme Court decision, that as tedious as it is to witness debate clouded in semantics and personal interest, it’s also invigorating.

It’s enthralling, fun, hilarious in so many ways because once I pondered what say I lack on this matter as an unemployed, parents-insured, as-of-yet-non-taxpayer — not to mention as someone who simply hasn’t read any of myriad pages of this carefully and densely worded HEALTH CARE, WHAT? act — I thought about how so few of these people know what the hell is going on. Voracious right-winger, idealistic left-winger, Twitlebrity, junior PoliSci major from metro Atlanta — do any of them truly know what the hell is going on? Seriously.

I ask because recognizing how little you know feels as cathartic as it feels humiliating, and because I believe the pursuit of unbiased facts and of a well-versed opinion on major issues — whether or not CNN trolls them — can be one of the most worthwhile, exhausting, empowering, undervalued and under-exercised personal journeys. Such a journey is one I intend to take this election year, what with this abundance of free time and all.

So if you do know what the hell is going on, please: deposit your two cents — understanding nondescript language is an invalid currency — into my cavernous brain bank. I’d genuinely like to know.


**Next in The Post-grad Chronicles: Ch. 2, Mom’s All-You-Can-Eat International Buffet

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