When Too Much Information Is The Problem

When my construction project ended in March of 2020, my company sent me to another job that had a notorious reputation as being plagued with problem after problem, coupled with a very difficult owner. This job was running two years over the original completion date and nobody was happy about that. Right after getting word of where I was going, being curious about my new future, I looked up on our shared drive for recent photos and drawings of the place. As I browsed the photos of this project, another superintendent walked by my desk and asked why I was looking at photos of that job. I told him about my new orders and a smug smile blossomed across his face. He told me that he couldn’t believe they were sending me there. He added that I needed to be careful.

“Why would I need to be careful?” I asked, taking the bait.

“That’s where superintendents go to get fired. Four superintendents have been let go on that job over the last four years and two project managers. Just be careful and watch your back. Lots of blame to go around out there.”

“Well, thanks for letting me know ahead of time. So I know what I’m walking into.”

“Yeah, no problem. I’m just looking out, you know”

unsolicited information

Did I need to know how terrible my next job was? No, of course not. In no way was this information helpful. I didn’t go seeking it out. It was thrown at me like a dog treat and I instinctively snatched it out of the air and swallowed it in one bite. Somehow it benefited the person giving me this information more than me.

I’ve had plenty of these unsolicited information dumps handed over to me during the course of my life. Information handed over to me by people who have nothing at stake in my life.

Had this superintendent ever worked at this job I was headed to? No. Yet he felt an urge to tell me I was going into a hell hole. And to make matters worse, I thanked him for this load of crap.

I realize now that information is not always a good thing. Actually, too much information is a bad thing. It muddies up decisions. Creates communication breakdowns. With the advent of the internet and smartphones, a giant sucking rabbit hole is literally within reach every moment of the day.

I wonder how much of my life has been altered over the years by useless information? How much good and bad I’ve endured by having so much information at my fingertips. It’s certainly added stress and anxiety to my life. At any moment, I can find news articles and comments describing how dangerous something in my life is or is going to be…or how wonderful. But those bad impressions stay around a little longer than the wonderful ones.

With every decision I make, seeds of fear and anxiety are planted in the soil of my mind, laying dormant and hungering for the day unsolicited information comes raining down through my ears or eyes. Information that will start the germination process of doubt. With more information, these seeds turn into weeds that can overgrow in my mind and handicap my decision making abilities.

travel

Before I headed off to vagabond around Mexico in 2012, most people that knew of my upcoming trip were excited for me. At that time, despite having grandparents from Mexico, my only Mexico experience had been Baja California, not what I would call a broad representation of the country. And as I expected, a bunch of people I talked to about my trip, warned me up and down about how dangerous Mexico was and wouldn’t leave it alone after our initial conversation. But what I didn’t expect were that these fear-mongers would be the paisas I worked with. Which made it extra worrisome for a natural worrier like myself. Sure I can brush off the news media or fellow Americans who don’t own a passport for overhyping the danger of a place outside the US, but when people who are from the place you are going to tell you it’s dangerous, it feels a little different.

I remember thinking before my trip; “man, I better speed through Mexico and stay on the tourist trail and stay inside at night…”, but once I got there it was completely different than it was described to me. I ended up spending 3 months instead of the planned 3 weeks in that wonderful country. My wife and I had to force ourselves to leave Mexico for Guatemala because if we didn’t leave, we could have just stayed there for our entire trip.

Looking back, the people telling me Mexico was dangerous still drove their families out there every year. Still were building homes out there to retire. They just wanted to make it seem like they came from some tough place that I couldn’t handle. They felt tougher and somehow better about themselves by trying to convince me to change my plans. They’d gained something by giving me this unneeded information. They’d gained power.

With their unsolicited information, they did hold power over me for a short time. For the weeks leading up to my trip, my mind was filled with their words and warnings. I began to doubt what felt right to me from the start. Luckily the inertia of my trip was greater than the words of these few. I’d spent the better part of a year saving up to travel, everyone knew of my trip, and a few words weren’t going to stop me.

news

One last example is a trip I had planned for Russia and this unsolicited information came from a more official source: The news.

I went through all the trouble of getting visas, a plane flight, and booking tickets on the Trans-Siberian. But just as the date rolled around for my venture, they started having these race riots in Moscow a week before my flight. I was supposed to spend New Year’s Day 2011 in the Russian capital. I remember watching the news from my hostel in Prague and the news reporters saying how the police were shoving racist nationalist protesters down into the metro because they couldn’t control them. These protesters went on to beat up anyone on the train who didn’t have blue eyes. Of course, I don’t have blue eyes, and I also have brown skin, and being Mexican American, looked strikingly like the Northern Caucasians they were targeting.

I was torn. I remember staying up at night in Prague contemplating canceling my plans. I couldn’t stop watching the news and searching for news articles related to violence in Moscow. I had my wife with me, we were on our honeymoon, and I felt even more pressure about making the right decision because it wasn’t just my safety to put at risk.

Since I was a kid, I’d always wanted to visit Russia. They have such an interesting history, plus the whole being at odds with my home country for nearly a century thing. I’ve read more than a few accounts of Operation Barbarossa, the 1917 revolutions, not to mention Tolstoy and Dostoevsky. Just a fascinating history and place.

Now here I was on the cusp of making a lifelong dream of visiting Russia a reality, and all I could think about was canceling my plans…because of fear. My entire itinerary was based on working my way across Europe towards Russia, then taking the train for a seven day ride to Beijing, where I already had a Chinese visa in my passport and hotel booked.

We bit the bullet and went. On the plane I remember seeing a bunch of people speaking Russian who looked East Asian, this gave me some comfort. The first full day there, I won’t lie, I was too scared to venture far from my hotel. But on the second we did it. I can’t tell you how nervous I was, but guess what? Moscow is full of people of all colors, and maybe more diverse than many large European cities. As soon as I took the long escalator ride deep down to the museum-like metro, a place filled with revolutionary statues and marble columns and brass light fixtures, meant to serve as both a nuclear bomb shelter and transport hub, I knew I’d made the right decision. My fear was completely overblown.

A few moments later I was walking around the Red Square and touring St. Peters basilica.

HP Lovecraft said: “The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown”

In my examples, I ignored the unsolicited warnings and information and bullishly steamed right on ahead.

That can sometimes be a stupid thing to do.

I’m not trying to give the message that I can see through the BS all the time and that all warnings must be disregarded. That’s definitely not the case. I’ve scared myself out of going to Vietnam once because I had a reservation booked at a hostel where a guest, days before I was due to arrive, was accidentally poisoned by pesticides. I missed a whole country because of overblown fear (I did make it back and brought my kids too. Vietnam is spectacular.). Another time I avoided a road to see Tikal in Guatemala because they were having very recent roadside robberies. I never made it to the ruins in Tikal.

Both decisions I regret making. I let fear drive my decisions. Fear that was fueled by too much research, too much internet, and too much hostel gossip. But to be honest, those decisions felt right at the time. I have to live with the decisions I made, even though looking back can be frustrating. I can see that “too much information” fueled my fear. And influenced my behavior.

investing

Fear drives our behavior. Whether its the cult of consumerism and the fear of missing out on a great product after watching a commercial. Or the fear of losing money when the stock market begins to drop and everyone else is selling.

I see many similarities between investing and traveling. In each endeavor the end game is growth. The levels of anxiety in our decision making can be intense, because of the unknown. And when we go seeking for more information to ease this pain of the unknown, everyone has a different opinion on how to properly do it. Everyone has the right way to invest or FIRE. I’d like to believe that most of what we read and listen to in the personal finance universe is well-intentioned. There’s just too much information to do anyone any good if one were to follow all the advice out there.

That’s not to say I don’t consume FIRE and PF material, or read with a closed mind; it’s actually quite the contrary. I just know to stick to my course even when I learn about new and exciting investing methods. I let the passion and urge to jump into something new marinate for a while, before I seriously consider altering course. I do the same with fear based information. If I read something disturbing I stop and give myself time before I delve into it anymore–if the information really pertains to me I might consider reading more after asking myself: if I was fine before I found xyz out, do I really need to read this? Same deal with trying to medically self diagnose myself online instead of going to the doctor. You can scare the shit out of yourself if you’re not careful.

This vortex of doom created by fear and information…this fearmation syndrome, can either cause someone to perpetually wait on the sidelines till everything is learned, outsource the decision making, or constantly change plans; each will end up with undue drag on returns or outright losses.

filters

I’ve learned to use filters to help me navigate this fearmation syndrome. I won’t deny that getting older has helped me cut through the bull shit in life like the bow of an ice breaking ship. The older I get, the sharper that bow becomes. Filtering for me, means just not getting swept away by my emotions on every piece of information my eyes and ears come across. It means realizing I don’t need to know and research every single detail of everything I’m doing with my life. Which is tough to do, because as humans we want to eliminate the unknowns as best as possible, and more information feels like the solution to this problem. It’s not, too much information is the problem.

When that superintendent told me that I needed to be careful on my next job, his bull shit had to make its way through my BS filter–yes, I still received and took away some of his nonsense, but it was with the cliche “grain of salt”. I can’t avoid being slightly influenced by someone’s words, even if I tell myself to disregard them. What’s been seen, cannot be unseen, or so the saying goes. But I know that limiting my exposure to it is the best recipe.

After all, filters don’t scrub everything…and I don’t want mine to. To try and block out all of the myriad forms of bull shit information that tries desperately to grapple us with squid-like tentacles, would really mean living a life away from humans. Sometimes we need bull shit information in our life so that we can easily recognize it the next time it comes our way. Like having a healthy immune system requires getting sick once and a while, or a healthy body requires training…our mind requires bull shit information to fight off and sift through to able to make good sound decisions.

And let’s be honest, it feels good to disregard those feeding us a line of crap and coming out successful on the other side. So bring on the bull shit.

Has too much information ever screwed up your plans? Made you doubt yourself? How do you filter through the BS and the tons of information available to us online and handed to over to us by our colleagues?


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