Jargogled Impressions.

There’s a wave of nostalgia that hits you squarely whenever you encounter an alien culture. Somehow, the extremity of an unknown thing leads you to the memories of something you have grown up on. There cannot be something bigger than this. After all, memories are what we are all living for. Without it, there isn’t any point with creating experiences, or is there?

I wonder often where I am going. This recalibration and reconnaissance is something that comes naturally out of my inherent introspective nature. Self monitoring, as someone in the the psychology department would call it, is fraught with a lot of meaningless perspectives and innocuous sounding examples. They are sinister though for they have the ability to restrain your imaginations. If you believe you are bounded by this invisible force called personality, there is nothing you can do other than constantly try and prove that what you are endowed with it enough. On the other hand, if you let yourself in someone else’s shoes, by constantly keeping their personalities in mind, maybe that will help you understand a view other than your own. Maybe then, you can escape the harrowing insides of your echo chamber and actually listen to what the world around you is telling you. Not that I am recommending pulling out your Myers Briggs test and sticking it close to your chest till the heaving sighs are finally done with. But keeping in mind the construct is probably a good anchor point with which you can begin to slowly improve who you are, at work or at play.