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.
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.
One of the remarkable things in the book, Flowers for Algernon, is the new awareness Charlie (Charly) has about his mental state.
When he was just a retarded person, he could see the shadow of the mental feebleness, but once he got smarter, when his mental abilities decline, he can see it directly... not only the shadow.
Once you raised your cell hydration, which translates for most people to a brain surgery similar to Charlie's, you have a higher factual IQ. You should move to the same position as Charlie: when your cell hydration drops, you should notice it.
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.
One of the most surprising thing in the world of humans is that humans can't tell if they are smart or not. This error leads to lives that are not fulfilled, filled with fear, trepidation, or on the other extreme: boasting and disappointment. 2
I just watched two episodes of a Korean series where most people were dimwitted.
Dimwitted is just another word for "not smart"... but it is a good word because you can see that something is dimmed... as in "it's dark here... you can't see much".
I am sitting here at my computer, playing freecell. Somehow I find myself pondering the flowershop scene of the movie... and am taken visually and viscerally to the movie, City Lights with Charlie Chaplin. To the scene where he passes the flower shop where the girl whose eye operation he paid for works.
I saw that movie back in Hungary. I was young. And I didn't understand the movie.
Today I realized: I didn't understand the movie because I didn't understand that the Chaplin character was poor.
I lived in a country, in a household where poor wasn't a meme. We had what we had. And we were alive.
You could argue that poor isn't a meme, that it's a fact, but it isn't.