The universal set in any personal experience is the union of a persona, a philosophy, personnel, action, reaction, past, the space and the people we come in contact with during the event. The length of the event is immaterial. More than our persona, we seem to be shaped by the rest of our universe. The more we socialize, comparisons with other people make us draw an intersection set, where common interests draw us to each other. The hope and glamor of the intersection set and hence the commonality in all of us is that we try to fill the intersection with the universal set. If the judge in the reader wants to indict me of such a 'crime', I shall plead guilty.
There is a lot more credence to minute scientific differences in humans than to major perceived differences in personality. Typification and preconceived notions are as rampant as humans themselves. In the current scenario of social networking, globalization of ideas, grouping of societies by race, color and religion, how do we stand a chance at asserting ourselves as an individual? Is it really so easy not to compare one against the other in the deep recesses of our mind and decide based on our perceptions? I personally find it difficult to make any sense out of individual interactions. Sub- consciously we have all decided to act out our lives in a particular fashion and we deem it to be the perfect one. When we see someone else doing the exact same thing, we tend to dream about the commonalities and not about the differences; after all we understand characteristics only when we identify with them. What does that mean to friendships and promises of 'I do not care what you are'?- As I sit in the coffee shop and sip my coffee, the flaw in this non- judgmental attitude becomes a bit more clear. Forget everything about the color of the skin, nationality, or the belief principle. It truly boils down to what this person means to you; what this person's thought characteristics are. After all, unless there is at least a mental connection and an emotional connection, no relation would flare up. Both these connections being so fickle and finicky, it is perfectly rational when someone relies on their judgment to make a decision regarding a person. I may not like what you think or do or how you view life, but only when you tell me what I do not want to hear. It does make me vulnerable to those smooth and oiled voices of those who would tell me what I want to hear. But, remember charades can only last so long. In the end my friends are not my universal set, speaking mathematically. My friends are those in whom I identify myself or the potential myself. They are not facsimiles, but ones with a different universal set from mine, with a different set of experiences that shapes them into a unique person. Here goes my morsel towards hypocrisy- I do not care what they are. I LOVE THEM FOR WHAT THEY MEAN TO ME. They are not me; but they complement me in a way that make my thoughts wholesome.
There is a lot more credence to minute scientific differences in humans than to major perceived differences in personality. Typification and preconceived notions are as rampant as humans themselves. In the current scenario of social networking, globalization of ideas, grouping of societies by race, color and religion, how do we stand a chance at asserting ourselves as an individual? Is it really so easy not to compare one against the other in the deep recesses of our mind and decide based on our perceptions? I personally find it difficult to make any sense out of individual interactions. Sub- consciously we have all decided to act out our lives in a particular fashion and we deem it to be the perfect one. When we see someone else doing the exact same thing, we tend to dream about the commonalities and not about the differences; after all we understand characteristics only when we identify with them. What does that mean to friendships and promises of 'I do not care what you are'?- As I sit in the coffee shop and sip my coffee, the flaw in this non- judgmental attitude becomes a bit more clear. Forget everything about the color of the skin, nationality, or the belief principle. It truly boils down to what this person means to you; what this person's thought characteristics are. After all, unless there is at least a mental connection and an emotional connection, no relation would flare up. Both these connections being so fickle and finicky, it is perfectly rational when someone relies on their judgment to make a decision regarding a person. I may not like what you think or do or how you view life, but only when you tell me what I do not want to hear. It does make me vulnerable to those smooth and oiled voices of those who would tell me what I want to hear. But, remember charades can only last so long. In the end my friends are not my universal set, speaking mathematically. My friends are those in whom I identify myself or the potential myself. They are not facsimiles, but ones with a different universal set from mine, with a different set of experiences that shapes them into a unique person. Here goes my morsel towards hypocrisy- I do not care what they are. I LOVE THEM FOR WHAT THEY MEAN TO ME. They are not me; but they complement me in a way that make my thoughts wholesome.
