classical social dynamics

See here, none of us, who persist through books, Internet and psychical realities, want to think of ourselves as the categorical social retard. To put this rather lightly, I’m the kind of person who’s completely oblivious when it comes to coquetry or any social dynamics of the like. To put it worse, it’s the same phenomenon with mob culture: me in the middle wondering why everyone brands my outlook idiosyncratic while validating his or her own. I’ve long concluded that the world doesn’t make sense. I do. So there, I may call myself socially clueless to get out of the rather bad nuances with the definition “social retard”.

Oh my God! I do sympathize with the victims of war in Mid East. This is not an exclamation. I repeat, this is not an exclamation; I’m declaring an exception. I’m up the hill from time to time but I’m no way indifferent to humanity’s ordeal.

Must switch from serious mode:

Come to think of it, I’m becoming a rather skewed social engineer, well not to the point of actually influencing peeps directly- It’s hard to resist really if they come too easy. The priests up the hill have completely brainwashed me indeed. Being with kids most of the time brings this weird hallucination; I can analyze them because I’m nearly at the fringes and somehow “above” things that make up their reality. Sure, too much fiction ruins your head. I’m actually bordering on hyperbole here but I guess you get my point.

Most of these happenings are ridiculous. Leaving them alone may be best for my nerves. But there are times when people just become too insensitive despite the harm coming out of their mouths. Yes, it’s the same high school dynamics where everyone’s a copy of each other and the little breach of those established borders means ostracism or worse, stigmatization of a category whether recycled or created. Then all hell break loose: the victims suffer, multiple identities try to politicize their relevance for survival while the victors legitimize theirs, and the innocents became repressed themselves while- Okay, let’s cut that short. I’m sounding too unoriginal mouthing otherworldly brains.

Of course, I’m talking about college. The latter’s supposed to describe that anomalous state of being in between the questionable “real world” and “your world”. It’s that buffer space for additional growing-up things where individuality should begin to flourish.

And, it’s all backwards with student orgs’ culture. Fine, I’m talking about losers defining losers defining losers in Celadon. I proclaim hither that I don’t like most peeps there these days; too amateur, too overbearing, too much of fantasy about their identities that I can’t tolerate- anymore. But I still have dear friends there, so I must stay.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I’m talking about bullying. In college terms, it takes a more sophisticated form than blatant pulling of hairs or gang wars; it doesn’t even come close to blatant ostracism. It becomes a talk on corners type, something that’s happening but you can’t have a grasp of it. With more sophistication, the weaker it is detected by peeps’ consciousness. Evil.

Here’s chismax #1: the creepy guy case. Peeps who have nothing to do with him, peeps he hasn’t “stalked” have been the one exploiting his story and filling in hungry chismakers. My gulay, if they want their own stalkers, they can always get me. What is it for them, anyway? Ask me live and I’ll tell you. Chismax #2: the bitter guy who’s in every project- a relatively new kanto term that refers how irritable people around him is alat. Okay, I get the fact that he gets irritating at times, but why the obsession with regard to it? It’s basically a battle about who’s abnormal between two peeps in a conversation. Peeps must convince their minions to go to their side. It’s human nature that’s why it’s stupid- but it feels very necessary when you get to experience it. So when I advised a complainant about Chismax #2, I wasn’t surprised that he kept vacillating between justifying his hate and acceptance. It was so funny I didn’t even laugh.

Yeah, I’m probably proposing of some unfeeling and neutered society- ha, The Giver type! No, I’m proposing that people should stop stigmatizations because these things become a priori to understanding persons. It’s a real unhealthy habit for the both the sink and the source- and it’s healthy for me because I can make fun of everyone. I’m really for genuine experience of people if you’re after genuine relationships. For politicians though and similar animals, this may not apply. Perhaps because most peeps in Celadon are, in a way, politicians, they manipulate opinions regardless of harm.