Wednesday, August 4, 2010

We are made of People!

You know how they say, "he has his father's nose," or "she has her mother's blue eyes?" Think that, but instead of physical traits, think personality traits. OK, not much different. Now switch it from nuclear relatives to friends and acquaintances. Now you have an interesting story.

I'd like to say a little bit about how I believe I am made up. Throughout my childhood my family has moved a lot. Because of this, I've lived in and experienced many different environments and I've met many different types of people. Strangely enough, I've befriended all sorts of people. And I've also learned to dislike all sorts of people. However, something I noticed is that much of who I am comes from everyone else. In a way, my personality traits are a mash-up of the personality traits of everyone I've met and become acquainted with in my life. Most importantly, my parents and brother are a big part of that. Then again, this should be pretty obvious.

Many psychological studies have supported the idea of "emergentism." By "emergentism" I am, in fact, referring to the psycholinguistic theory pertaining to the onset of language in early human development. The idea is essentially that children don't necessarily come out of the womb with innate qualities that make them automatically capable of all the faculties of language. Instead, it argues that infants are linguistically deprived and as a result learn everything they know from what they perceive (including grammar, vocabulary, and even register).

Anyway, enough of my linguistic rant (because I had to), but this is the same idea with which I'm trying to make a connection to personalities. Like language is learned from whomever is around the deprived stimulus, just the same, personalities are complex mixtures of the personalities that we encounter throughout our lives. Whether there is a certain "critical period" when we stop absorbing linguistic traits or personality traits is still a huge debate and we may never know the answer.

However, this is really quite the paradox. If the language/personality of an individual is a combination of everyone else's, then you can't simply argue that humans are born with a blank slate. And if they are, not only is that truly a phenomenon in itself, but it also means that the very essence of human nature stems from literally nothing but what we experience in our natural environment. Even then, we require tools to analyze and synthesize these experiences uniquely to create our own identity. Perhaps this is what the earliest humans went through. Perhaps our understanding of the world and our complex personalities are made up of the simple knowledge, discoveries, and qualities of the earliest peoples. Perhaps I've proven human evolution philosophically.

Perhaps I was wrong that you can't simply argue that humans are born with a blank slate, but that it is possible. Perhaps it is possible that humans are born with preprogrammed personality beta-types that, when tampered with, expand into a mature and interesting person (usually).

Well, we do know one thing for sure: Chomsky was wrong. We are not robots.

This strangely reminds me of that year I dressed up as a television for Halloween.

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Found by Losing

This summer has a theme.

Clich
é Alert: The past few months have taught me several things about myself. They have also taught me many things about not myself. This summer has been filled with travels, getting lost, and finding myself. Actually, every time I went anywhere I somehow got lost. Though, every time I got lost I somehow quickly found my way. The only thing about this lame truth that makes it different from any other time is that I was on my own. So in a way, it was very lonely, free, and open-ended.

In fact, this entire summer has been unwritten. I like to think that if a story is written it must have a happy ending. Well, this summer wasn't a story, but it was life. It is unwritten.

I'm really sad right now. I'm sad that I've made the best of friends during my time in Pittsburgh summer. I'm sad that I have to see them leave. I'm sad that leaving Pittsburgh makes me homesick. I'm even remotely sad that I have an incredible amount of freedom. Yes, the independence makes me sad (in almost the same way that
mudslides in China make me sad).

I have been lost. I have made wrong turns. I have discovered dangerous areas. I have been confused. I have continued to juggle with my emotions. I have beaten my own drum. I have lost myself in places I'd rather not be. I have lost myself.

I'm looking forward to being happy soon. I'm happy that I am moving soon. I'm happy that my new place will be filled with the generous amount of free furniture that is beginning to make my bedroom difficult to walk through. I'm happy that I have really good friends who are staying at least for a while. I'm happy that, in turn, I will be staying for a while. I'm happy that classes will be starting soon so that I can get back into a routine. I'm happy that many people who were far away won't be. I'm happy that I have a plan. Plans make me happy.

In all this, I find myself. I transform wrong turns into adventures that lead to home. I experience dangerous areas so that I can grow stronger. I feel confusion so that I can try to make sense of it for myself. I practice juggling so that I won't fall. I have my own beat, but it's part of a beautiful symphony. I learn from uncomfortable experiences and people. (This doesn't always mean I apply those lessons.) I find myself. Little by little.

August is usually my month to shine. This one is especially special. Though I usually play some metaphorical game of hide-and-seek, this time, this year, it was with myself. And this time I am winning. Hopefully I will.

*crosses fingers*

It is found by losing.

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