Social #01 - first circle - YOU.
In the connext of social -
1. The Liking Syndrome - I guess it was designed for childhood for safety proposes. But now it has become a cage, a prison, Doing so much to get approval and admiration. And god knows the things I do to avoid disapproval and humiliation. What do I get when someone praise me ! Sense of righteousness, sense of worth, sense of security. Why they praise me ? Because they think I am somehow smarter. but I am not I am just like everyone else. What exactly they praise. A skill ! But it’s like a vending machine, you put a coin and you get the chips, what is there to praise. You don’t praise a person for getting a chips from vending machine. What they hate.Me struggling or not having a perticular skill. But that’s how you get the skill. That’s the coin. You hate the coin and like chips, and project that on me. It sounds like a lack of understanding. People don’t understand mechanics and think this is magic. Praising color of skin and size of breast is the stupidity of its own class.
2. The Self Importance - Me beliving I am smarter because people said so is the stupidity of its own kind. And then behaving accordingly, oh god. There is no smarter or better. It is all understanding and skill. Both are function of awareness. Something that everyone are. And who is feeling pride anyway ?
The three characters -
Social bounty hunter - This one believes the people liking is the path that leads to happiness. Suggesting me to do slight things like trying to look good while entering a friend house. Waiting slightly to let the other person see. Delibratly tryin. Wanting other people to like my post. Usually end up getting other way around. People not giving fuck, just like me for others work, or maybe even openly hating. It is just dilluded.
An insecure Comptitor - This one complete with remit Sethi and James dean. It can’t seems to accept that other people can be good at the stuff they put their attention. It wants me to be number one. The centre. It mainly feels jealous about the stuff other have that I don’t posses. Some form of gross Image. The fame and the sex. It doesn’t have solution or strategy. Just tells me to worry.
A smart ass advisor - Oh this one. Advicing every one else how they should live the life. This will trip you there, that will there. It thinks that These kind of advice giving, aka power and admiration is making me happy. At best time structuring.