“My shirt is orange!”, I defensively shout to my jesting friend.
“Nah, man that’s definitely pink.”, he mocks, You’re a grown man wearing a pink shirt, just admit it.”
The argument rocks back and forth until a third friend walks in and plops himself down on the couch in front of us. He listens for a minute and decides to offer his unsolicited opinion. He informs us that the shirt is, in fact, salmon. Our little debate had gained a third, entirely new perspective and the rages on. We all have points and counterpoints. We all have lively opinions and we are all certain that ours is correct. But who is actually right?
Well, if you ask the mantis shrimp, none of us are right. The mantis shrimp is a rainbow-colored, prawn-killing crustacean found in the oceans between Hawa’ii and Africa. In addition to being able to throw a punch that moves fast enough to boil the water around it, the mantis shrimp also possesses sixteen different types of photoreceptors in it’s eyes. Humans have only three types of photoreceptors. With just these three cones of vision we can create all the colors we see when we look at the rainbow. With sixteen such receptors, the mantis shrimp has the ability to perceive an exponentially greater number of color combinations.
To the mantis shrimp my shirt isn’t pink or orange or even salmon. Its a completely different color that no human has ever seen or could even imagine. Everything in the mantis shrimp’s world appears as an entirely different entity than it does to you and I.
No matter how right you think you are, the mantis shrimp still thinks you’re wrong
In the creative world, we constantly argue about who is right or wrong. You should have used a different font. That whale shouldn’t have fur. Noone should ever name their child after a character from The Lion King. It’s the same way in politics, in religion, in business, in everything. Even the very soundest of scientific theory is always subject to unknown data or ever changing variables.
Whenever i’m informed of how absolutely and totally wrong I am about something I think about what Tommy Lee Jones says to Will Smith after he enlightens him about the existence of alien life in Men In Black:
“Fifteen-hundred years ago everybody knew that Earth was the center of the universe. Five-hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago you knew that people were alone on this planet. Imagine what you’ll know tomorrow.”
We are all conditioned to hold tightly to the things we know are truths, but everything we’ve ever known or perceived is merely our own interpretation of an electrical pulse sending a message to our brains. Every single one of us, from the mantis shrimp to my Aunt Carol, interprets those pulses differently than the next. Whether we only see a few colors differently or our entire worlds spin in different directions, the point is we are all wrong about everything to someone at some point.
So why are we still so afraid of being wrong?
Galileo was wrong. Columbus was wrong. My friend who said I was wearing a pink shirt was definitely wrong. And guess what, no matter how conservative your opinions and ideas may be, they are absolutely dead wrong to someone.
So don’t hold back. Share ideas. Argue opinions. Make mistakes. Be miserably and terribly off-your-rocker crazy stupid wrong. Be so wrong you’re right – No, be so wrong you’re something totally different and better than right. Be so wrong you’re great.
So what if your boss thinks your ideas are stupid? So what if someone calls you a dumbass on Twitter? So what if the whole world points their collective fingers right in your face and laughs?
Who cares? The shrimp says they’re all wrong anyway.