Kind of like the Tame Impala song.
You know there’s a reason we cringe when someone says, “Do you really want to know the truth?” Because we know that deep down, a lot of the time, the answer is no.
No, I don’t want to know if my partner once had something with someone way back when. No, I don’t need a play-by-play of how my favorite snack is made if it ruins the magic.
No, I don’t need to fall down another political rabbit hole that leaves me doomscrolling at 2 a.m., saying to myself, “what is going on?!” – and to be honest that happens a lot.
Sociologists label our current reign on Earth as “The Age of Information” and to what I say that we live in an age of too much information—where every thought, opinion, and scandal is blasted into our consciousness 24/7. And while knowledge is power, sometimes ignorance is peace.
For example have you ever been hit with the dreaded “We need to talk.” text? Whether it’s from your significant other, a friend or family member, your stomach drops because knowing whatever information they’re about to dump on you means dealing with it, and thinking about it— the mess, the emotions, the fallout.
But what if you didn’t know every little doubt, every past mistake, every fleeting thought your partner had? For example, would your relationship actually be worse off?
Sometimes, love isn’t about absolute transparency. It’s about choosing what matters. Does it really help me to know my partner’s ex’s favorite clothing store? Or that they had a silly crush on a coworker three years ago? Or that they secretly hate my favorite movie? No, plain and simple.
Why should I worry about anything but now, the moment we’re currently experiencing? If a relationship plays out like a battle then some truths are just emotional landmines—best left undiscovered.
Remember when we were kids and ignorance was bliss? When you could eat a hot dog without thinking about what’s actually in it? When you could enjoy a lazy Sunday without a notification dragging you into someone else’s drama?
Now, we’re bombarded with information we never asked for. Your friend’s friend’s passive-aggressive Instagram story. Bro I do not care.
The 17-step process behind your morning routine. The fact that my favorite band might be full of terrible people but man do they make good music.
Sometimes, I miss the days when not knowing was the default—not a luxury.
People pride themselves on staying updated and to that I applaud them—reading every headline, following every scandal. That takes mental fortitude. But for me? I’ve realized that being “informed” often just means being stressed, weary and downright depressed.
The world is a mess, and knowing every detail doesn’t make me more effective—it just makes me more anxious.
There’s a difference between being responsibly aware and drowning in the 24-hour outrage cycle. Sometimes, stepping back isn’t negligence—it’s self-preservation.
I’m not saying we should all stick our heads in the sand. But maybe we should admit that not every truth is worth uncovering. That sometimes, what we don’t know keeps us sane, happy, and even kinder.
You can call me ignorant or avoidant. It’s okay. But I’d rather keep a little bliss in my life than know every single thing that could ruin it.
So to Alex Turner, I really don’t wanna know.
