One of the reasons for this might be because well-meaning people give us credit where credit is not due, assuming we know things we don't. Being human, we're loath to correct flattering assumptions.
For example, I've taught English for more than three decades and lots of nice folks assume I'm a good speller. I'm not. I had to double-check "loath" to make sure there wasn't an E at the end.
I compensated: I learned to rely on dictionaries. Less nobly, I also learned to rely on relationships based on whether my companion knew when to apply the "I before E except after C" rule.
I dated a guy for two years because he knew how to spell "beige."
When spell-checking rode in on new technologies and rescued me from a lifetime of seriously tedious relationships, I was more grateful than Snow White and Cinderella combined. No ordinary prince would have been a less judgmental proofreader.
I attempt to hide my flaws rather than lie about them. I'd never willingly play Scrabble or pretend to help somebody with a crossword puzzle. But if somebody wants to assume I'm competent, I don't tell them otherwise. (Until now, of course.)
There's reason to believe that many of us know we're kidding ourselves: 90 percent of us think we're impostors. Of the 10 percent who don't think they're impostors, 8 percent suffer from a combination of grandiosity and narcissistic personality disorder.
The 2 percent who are genuinely brilliant, original, competent and erudite pretty much keep to themselves.
And despite the fact that I just made up those statistics, I am nevertheless certain they're accurate.
And that's why we worry about being fakes: We know how much to make up and pass off as real. We invent information and present it as evidence based.
If we speak with sufficient authority, we might just get away with it.
It's terrifying: After all, if we're able to do this to others, then what are others doing to us?
Folks who most capture my imagination are the ones who have fully and authentically convinced themselves that they have a comprehensive vision of whatever subject is under discussion.
Some of my favorites are politicians, commentators and bon vivants who lecture without so much as stopping for a breath on every subject, despite knowing almost nothing.
Not only do they consider themselves experts on every subject, they also -- with savage, glittering smugness -- regard everyone else an amateur.
These types often preface their sermons by saying, "In my humble opinion." And yes, I know that the PBS "NewsHour" has a segment titled "IMHO."
Having watched many of the offerings, I believe they also illustrate precisely why the phrase should set the warning lights in motion.
People who use the phrase "in my humble opinion" are rarely humble and don't consider their palaver opinions but instead see it as unalterable facts.
It's important to know the difference between what you know and what you only believe you know.
For example, I have opinions about the differences between good and bad cholesterol, about whether Pluto should still be a planet, whether St. Christopher should be a saint and whether fresh oysters are alive or dead when you eat them.
Millions of people, however, know a lot more about each of these subjects than I do, rendering their perspectives far more useful than my own --- but I have trouble deciding which of them I should most trust.
Part of being a reasonable and responsible adult is having a firm fix on where the stories you tell about yourself stop and where the real you begins.
To stop feeling like a fake, you have to know what you know and face what you don't.
Admitting the slippages, the gaps and the chasms in your own understanding and accepting that opinions are not the same things as facts can move you from being a poser to a person. Being who you are is not something you want to fake.
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Gina Barreca
The Hartford Courant
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Gina Barreca is a columnist for The Hartford Courant.