Imagination Run Amok
While I was walking tonight I realized that a lot of the time I am caught up in a “reality” that is figment of my imagination. I would bet that all of us are. I often imagine that people are much more hostile than they really are. I’ve seen and read of people doing so many bad things to each other, that now I assume that everyone could be a potential threat, which is true enough, but then I psych myself out and prep myself for a fight when there’s no reason at all. This is my foible, others have different delusions that they keep replaying in their minds, so often that much of the time they can’t tell their imagination from reality.
I think the most wide spread example of this phenomenon is prestige or face, which I harp on a lot. I think that they both stem from the same kind of behavior, an imaginary reality where other people will hurt you that doesn’t line up with the real world. Let’s be honest, in the real world most people don’t care enough about you to bother to do anything to you, if they’re even aware that you exist at all. That’s not to say that no one will do these things to you, or that your survival will never depend on your social status or your ability to pick up on threats, just that a lot of times it’s all in your head. It’s also not to say that there aren’t great people who will take an interest in you and care for you either, both types are out there.
It’s just interesting to think that many times, most is us cannot tell the difference between what we think is reality and reality, and that we all spend much of our lives in these places that do not really exist in the light of day.