Big Ideas

Ya know what we love? We love it when people say things like, “Let me give you a good idea.” Or they might say, “Here’s a funny story.” We especially love it when people go all in and say things like, “Wait’ll you hear this. This is really smart.”

Okay. We lied. We actually don’t love that. We don’t even like it.

We don’t like it because it’s presumptuous. Unless you’re something like The World’s Foremost Authority or The Ultimate Guru, how do you know if an idea is good, a story is funny, or some notion is smart? Is there some kind of objective scale for that sort of thing? If the scale is 1 to 10, with 10 being the best, the funniest, or the smartest, how high does something need to score before it’s judged to be good, funny or smart?

“Dang, Bubba. That joke was a solid 8, one point above a knee-slapper and just one shy of a gut-buster!”
“Well, hold on thar, Joe Bob. The boys down at Lucky Luke’s Juke & Puke told me that one was a gol-durn side-splitter.”

Take a Step Back

Here’s an idea: The next time you want to share something, just say, “Let me give you an idea.” If it makes you a million dollars, chances are it must have been good. Or say, “Here’s a story.” If the person to whom you tell it laughs his ass off, it might be a 10. And if you ask, “Do you think this is smart?” and someone awards you a patent or a Ph.D., chances are there’s a little intelligence behind it — or at least enough luck to make someone think you’re pretty sharp.

If you think you have a great idea, share the idea but keep the great part to yourself. Otherwise you’re likely to end up like the unfortunate yokel in the old joke about the famous last words of a redneck: “Hey! Watch this!”

As Robert Brault wrote: “Stay out of the court of self-judgment, for there is no presumption of innocence.”

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1 Comment

  1. judy

    When one is one’s own best audience (and, indeed, one’s own one-man (woman) fan club) it’s hard for one to hide the one’s glee when the brain, like a gum-ball machine, rolls out yet another dubious idea/thought/story, as if the God’s had sent it. The best one can learn to do is recognize the absence of glee on the faces around one when the telling is done and excuse oneself to go piddle.

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