I should be doing some laundry. I have run out of socks... And anyways, I want to tame this beast of not doing my laundry.
I gather a load's worth of stuff, carry it to the washing machine... and the distaste, the disgust is so strong... I take a beeline... and sit down by my computer.
Distaste, eh? Yeah, says muscle test. Disgust? yes. Was it always there? No. Was it from when i was 3? later... from age seven.
What was happening at age seven? I went to school. We had a live-in help: my mother was working on her Masters Degree, coming home around nine every night. My brother was about a year old... and was probably driving the live-in help bonkers.
And I recoil from dirty laundry...
I sit really quietly. The fear joins the distaste. I feel terror. I feel being beaten. Screamed at. Wrapped in wet sheets... Can't breathe...
I must have wet my bed. I don't remember. My body remembers. The fear, the disgust, the gagging.
I have one student who actually is doing the work the way the work was meant to be done.
It sounds meager... but it is all I ever wanted... really.
If you have one student who actually does what you teach, you can tell if what you teach works or not. Or tweak what you teach to accommodate the difficulties they experience. And watch if the changes you made will make the results match what you intended to accomplish.
What do the rest of the people do? I mean the students in the same program? I am not sure. Apple polishing? Feeble attempts to fake me?
Humans live this fake, apple polishing lives, thinking that life should respond to their feeble attempts, to their intention, to their desire, or whatever the heck they were taught should change reality to what they want reality to be.
Your mind, your stupid part, has no direct knowledge about reality. It has no concern, no regard to reality... It has in it what the memes have programmed it to have... 1% reality, 99% b.s. And your mind is, therefore, your worst friend. It is killing YOU and it is killing your life... sometimes slowly, sometimes really fast. 1
This is an article from The Atlantic... Hint: not by discussing IQ The I here is James Fallows... although I tend to agree with him. this is a companion article to my previous article on self-esteem...
If you just want to know what people who are actually smart think of themselves... talk about themselves, jump there...
by James Fallows Jan 6, 2018 Science
I've never met or interviewed Donald Trump, though like most of the world I feel amply exposed to his outlooks and styles of expression. So I can't say whether, in person, he somehow conveys the edge, the sparkle, the ability to connect, the layers of meaning that we usually associate with both emotional and analytical intelligence.
We all have at least two distinct and recognizable selves that we switch back and forth between.
In this article we'll look at intelligence, but we could also look at the character, the attitude, the moral fortitude of the selves... but because I look at the world through the frame of smart and stupid, and only secondarily through loyal/disloyal, I'll write this article on the intelligence level of your two selves.
The view is different from the foot of the mountain than from the top
One of the weird thing about humans that they are stuck in their limited view of reality.
They don't even suspect that there is a different view from different points.
This is why almost every otherwise worthless therapist or coach can cause temporary results... because all they need to learn is to ask you to look a different way, through a different perspective, and voilà... magic happens.
The problem is that when you are left to your own devices, you rarely if ever think to activate the magic. The magic that is magical, but isn't magic.
Things look different from different perspectives, because that is what perspective means. Duh.
And because your life is given by what you see, if you are stuck, which seems to me is always, all you need to do is change the perspective.