I love psychology.
It’s like watching an immense train wreck.
No, no, I do NOT love train wrecks. They are horrifying, so maybe I should explain.
A lot of the time, there is only one train track that serves two directions of travel. This means that the track operators need to be organized enough to make sure that twoÂ trains do not wind up traveling towards each other on the same track. But, in places like India, they aren’t so terribly organized, and I’ve seen quite a few pictures of trains that have collided head-on.
Can you imagineÂ standingÂ at the track, while two trains head for each other at top speed?
YOUÂ can seeÂ both of them, but THEY cannot see each other.
You scream. You yell. You jump up and down and wave your arms like an over-tall Technical Writer, but you know that neither train will notice. (You should watch me do the jumping up and down thing sometime.)
The only thing that you CAN do, in a situation like that, is step out of the way and get ready to treat survivors. Â
And, no, I’m not sure that IÂ love THAT, either. I guess maybe that it’s the jumping up and down that I love. (I’ve always been into exercise.) Oh, and I do like helping people, so I guess that IÂ AM into the ‘treating survivors’ part, also.
MyÂ point is that studying human psychology is far too often likeÂ watching aÂ train wreck in progress. Â
One of my favorite quotes by Einstein is this one:
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe.Â
How canÂ we be so stupid?
It boggles the mind.Â
(I’ll write tomorrow about what has set me off THIS time.)