“Ignorance is bliss,” they say, and I’m inclined to agree. I’m the kind of person who would much rather be kept in the dark about some awful news, rather than know about it and have my heart broken.
“But Camille,” you argue, “won’t you feel like a dummy, knowing that everyone around you is in on a secret and you’re the butt of the joke?”
That’s just it, though—if I never find out, it never hurts. Right? I mean, isn’t that the whole point of The Truman Show? Truman was totally happy with his life when he was living in ignorance. It wasn’t until HE ACTUALLY LEARNED THE PAINFUL TRUTH that his world crumbled.
Honestly? If I could say with 100% confidence that I would never find out an awful truth—not now, not in twenty years, not ever—then I’d take the ignorance. Totally. Learning the truth, however, after twenty years of being duped…that would be devastating in a permanent way.
I think the only exception to my theory is in matters of fidelity. If Poor Kyle were ever cheating on me, I’d want to know so I could dump his sorry como-se-llama.
But I know he’s smarter than that, so we’re golden.
What about you? Would you rather know a sorry truth that could potentially destroy your world, or live your entire life in ignorant contentment?
It’s just, y’know, a simple question of existentialism to keep your weekend interesting. Oh, and about that: Happy weekend.