Your brain is not on your knees
Don't think with your knee's brain
Thinking is difficult, that's why most people judge.
—Carl Jung
His brain is on his knees. (iska dimaag, iske ghutno mein hai)
I was familiar with this statement when I was a child and when I asked silly questions to people—my family and friends.
By this, I started believing I was so stupid.
But I didn’t stop. I continued being stupid and asking silly questions.
People again told me to stop asking such stupid questions. A man doesn’t ask such questions.
My first assumption of what people are trying to tell me is that a man doesn't ask questions at all. He knows everything already by birth.
My second assumption of what people are actually trying to tell me is that even they don't know the answer to the question I was asking them. They too need to find out.
If people also don’t know the answer to my questions. So, why do they screw me up always? Why not tell me they too don’t know the answer?
Anyway, I don’t care about their thoughts at all. I care what I think. I will help you with that too.
Let’s dive into today’s digest on how you should think when such a statement counters.
On how should you think when you feel like you don’t belong here
Whenever you counter such things when asking. Think of it this way:
The dialogue starts here:
You: Hey!
Me: Yes, Pal.
You: Do you know how to play this Uno Cards game?
Disclaimer: I am not here to make you feel stupid about yourself. Actually, I don’t know what it is. It looks like some piece of shit; Uno… whatever it is.
Me: Hey man! You don’t know how to play Uno. How silly you are… this and that. You should not ask these stupid questions. Are your brains on your knees?
Dialogue ends here. Finish. Pack up.
No, not you. You don’t have to pack up. You need to stay here. You need to think and feel low about it.
I know what you are thinking now. You think you don’t belong here—What is it? Why don't I know about it? Why am I being so stupid? Why did I ask such silly questions? What am I doing here? I don’t belong here… I should quit… and all.
See, the problem is not with you nor with the world or with the people, either. The problem is with the way we think of it—we can fix that.
Here’s the way to think about it:
You don’t think the way you have to think about it. You think stupid. You need to pause here and reflect.
Stupidity is not asking silly questions; stupidity is the way you think after asking silly questions you don’t know.You think you're stupid.If I say, ‘You’re a moron.’ Will you believe me and tell yourself, ‘Yes, I am a moron.’ Do you?
Yes, you’ll believe that. You believe you’re so stupid. You believe you ask silly questions. You believe your brains are on your knees. ahhhhh!
You believe me. You start believing me. You forget yourself and stop believing in yourself to start believing in me.
That’s where you screw up. You keep yourself down. By self!
The key is to turn this upside down. You need to believe in yourself more.
Asking questions is never silly to anyone. It’s just ‘silly’ when you tell yourself it is ‘silly and stupid.’
So turn this out. Tell yourself, ‘I asked a great question. It’s his problem that he doesn't know about it.’
Yes, it’s his problem. It’s a defense system everyone occupies. You’ll also do that when you get such things to be answered, but you don’t have any clue what to say. Just say stupid and move. You Win.
So the one thing, sorry, two things I wish you to take from today’s digest are:
Believe more in yourself: Asking silly questions is not stupid at all. Stupidity is thinking of it as silly. Take that step and ask it out. If not answered, don’t blame yourself for it. It’s his problem who doesn’t answer you but tells you stupid. Actually, he is the one. He is the stupid one. He is a moron. Tell him that.
Judge after thinking 100 times: When someone asks you questions and you don’t have any clue what to say, then just tell them you don’t know about it. It’s that simple. You have to believe that you don’t know the answer and no one is forcing you to do it. It’s okay to not know about it. You don’t have to.
The End.
I know so much of blah blah, and I don’t want you to pardon me for that. Screw me up.
I don’t care!
Do well
Happy Feb :)