Today I noted it again. A manager had told me that she had put my hoodie on the chair in the office, suggesting that she had moved it from where I had left it. In response, I shrugged, telling her that I didn’t even know where I had left it.
That was bullshit, however. I knew exactly where I had left it.
I do this often, too. It can be about stupid things or more serious matters — it doesn’t seem to be exclusive to anything at all. I play dumb. I am the god of playing stupid and I’m not even certain why I do it. As if I am not authentically ignorant about enough anyway, I must feign ignorance? Why do I want people in such cases to see me as stupid — or is there something else going on here?