a socio cultural retrospection
March 3, 2016
a socio cultural retrospection
For some reason blaming others
the weather, the teacher, your mother
is easier than blaming yourself
an error of Attribution
an Association of Behavior based on false intuition
A self serving bias to make ourselves feel better
Locking the behavior of others in tight fetters.
Once we lock in that they failed us
That thought process never tends to leave us
Correspondence Inference
Associating black and white perception
on mild first impressions
and not sherlock deductions
we love to make presumptions
of others and their convictions.
but let's not stop there
Let's go even further
Into our Expectations
Derived from our schema
The clarification for our skewed interpretations
of everything.
Of Gender, of Body Shape, of Race,
Where my car keys should be placed
We assert a role onto every little thing
From the very beginning
We see things in a certain light
Some say we all have the same eyes
so how could we have a different sight
Easy
Do we all consider the same things wrong and right?
We might.
But we can go even deeper.
What about the expectations of ourselves
Whether to stand out or to conform
We want to be independent but not forlorn
We want to impress but not be scorned.
What a thin line.
Anxiety is the feeling we get when we don’t belong
More formally cognitive dissonance
Less formally your mind is on a fence.
Do I leave, Do I go?
Do I stay, Do I change.
Because what we fear most is
Social rejection
a societal confliction
Enforced on us
Ethical Considerations for our sanity please
We alter our behavior so much to those around us
That I question what is even the premise of a personality
Simplified to one word Costa believes
OCEAN
What a reductionist.
Like the trait theorists.
Their argument that a single action or behavior suddenly acts like a proof.
It shall be constant forever and ever
However I know we change like the weather
Influenced by everything
expected by all living things
to be something
I have always wondered
Based off this retrospection
Are any of our decisions really ours?
Or a social fabrication
that we all innocently believe
when we have no more power
than just a small and harmless flower?