Stereotypes are bad… But they have a function

Lego arms of different colors

When we think of stereotypes we think of general stereotypes like “asians are smart”, “blacks are thieves” or “irish are alcoholics” (I’m sorry if this insults somebody, but it’s a fact that those are stereotypes built years ago and well-known around the world). In the end, it’s impossible for that to be truth as we’re all different people. Are you the same as “your kind”? There’s no kind, We are just born as we are.

This racism thing has been around since… always! And I hate it. But I have to say that there is a reason behind all that. Several, actually. The historic reason is that thousand of years ago groups were formed, and with time those group differentiated themselves from others and some rivalry started. With centuries we begin to talk about civilizations. Wars are mostly caused by this, or something derived from it. People don’t like “others”, and sometimes that turns into hate.

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Inside-jokes for relationships?

Two teenagers sharing music using same pair of earphones

I don’t know if it’s a well-known fact —or if it’s a fact at all— that inside-jokes help a lot in build a relationship with anybody. Friends, colleagues, even people you like in a “couple” way, as far as I know, feel closer to you when you can establish a joke only the two —or few— of you understand (few, if you’re a group of people, in such a case people feel closer to the group, and not anyone specifically).

I don’t know the reason, and I don’t want to discuss it here. What I want to do instead is to relate this condition to a different angle. What if it doesn’t have to be a joke, but some sort of knowledge piece?

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Personal knowledge management

A moleskine notebook filled with text next to a coffee.

The thought of being capable of managing my own knowledge have always been present, in some way. It was, in fact, one of the main reasons I started this blog: I wanted to store my ideas, yes, but I wanted some place to store everything created from the development of such ideas. I was starting to store part, a little part, of my knowledge on a moleskine notebook. But it was all based on this blog’s theme: people, behavior, psychology.

The rest of my mind have been kept in, figuring a way out through notes apps, sketches, photos, all stored in different places, even physically and virtually speaking. I wasn’t even near an answer until I found out about the concept of “Personal Wiki“.

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Are people, children, teens just that simple?

Some demi-human metal figures

Welcome 2013, even if it’s late… After a year of blogging about life-related thoughts, I can say I’ve read through a lot of articles, forums, and other discussion sites regarding questions about other people. Parents asking why their children are ding something too much, teens asking why their best friend doesn’t talk to them anymore; people asking why other people act like that and people answering such questions.

My only thought at the time of reading any of does things is “Are you even a psychologist? A student in psychology at least?“… Then I think of something truly more important, “You don’t even know the person!“. Really. Sometimes reading all that you get the idea that not only a two sentence answer to a question like those is enough, but that, consequently, people are just that simple.

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Love and arts

Ending the year with a love-themed article… That doesn’t sound like me…

Skies showing red and blue colors

As a little kid I remember wondering how people could end a relationship with someone if they were supposedly in love. One of the made-up answers was that they were not in love anymore. Now, why wouldn’t they be in love? Nothing teaches children about love at that age, just television and movies for kids; in such, love is portrayed as a life-long thing. You love someone, you marry that someone and you both live happily ever after. I knew it was ridiculous even then, but I didn’t know why.

In a matter of years, something else came up to fit in the answer. There was no more love, because the relationship was getting boring. I didn’t want to know the “carnal” meaning of that. Instead I chose to believe that the actual relationship was getting lazy. Both parts were exhausted of doing things for each other, or something like that. Then I finally got a glimpse of what I now understand of how love works.

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One way to get rid of bad habits

Dirty glasses

It’s hard to realize you have a bad habit. At first sometimes you try to deny it; you try to tell yourself it’s not a bad habit, just a one-time thing. After a while, though, some part of your brain tells the other part that yes, in fact, you have a bad habit. And what does that mean? That will start, or have started, to do something unconsciously, regardless of how that might affect you or others.

What now? It’s pretty hard to get rid of a bad habit. First of all, you don’t know when you do the thing, and will most likely realize or be told later that you did it. Awkward enough is to know you did it; really awkward is to be told you did it. People realized. Worse, if they tell you at different times.

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Holidays season and why many don’t like it

A lonely snowy tree in white background

Happy holidays! I know I haven’t been too festive these days, but I just didn’t want to bring the subject to this blog. Now I have the perfect excuse, though. Even when we can see outside everything covered in festive lights, people happy reuniting with family and having meetings with friends, it doesn’t mean all the people is doing that. Not doing such activities may be the reason, or cause, of people disliking the holidays season.

On one side we have a person who loves the concept of sharing with family and friends, and all… But for some reason can’t, and derived from that comes some kind of depression related to the time. On the other side, though, we have the common-but-not-well-known “Grinch” that just doesn’t like the holidays.

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