![]() As a result, our self-image has surprisingly little to do with our actions. Princeton University psychologist Emily Pronin, who specializes in human self-perception and decision making, calls the mistaken belief in privileged access the “introspection illusion.” The way we view ourselves is distorted, but we do not realize it. When we try to assess ourselves accurately, we are really poking around in a fog. This notion is popular but is probably completely false! Psychological research shows that we do not have privileged access to who we are. Just peer inside and read: who you are, your likes and dislikes, your hopes and fears they are all there, ready to be understood. Your “self” lies before you like an open book. Your perspective on yourself is distorted. Fresh’s human beat box sounds, some Appalachian yodeling, those clicks and pops from African Bushmen like in “The Gods Must Be Crazy” and metalcore screaming punctuated with rapid arm movements pinched from Men Without Hats’ “The Safety Dance” video. I don’t understand why I have received vacant stares from people when I unleash the new language I invented on them in public. I for one will no longer stand for it and have installed my trademarked GnomeTraps™ all around my house. I don’t understand why we as a society have decided that we will let the theft of our socks, one at a time, week after week, just go on unchallenged. You can set it so you challenge opponent’s words – something not available in WWF. Yes, it is clunky and retro, but that’s the point. ![]() When I deleted WWF from my phone, I decided that from that day forward I would only play true Scrabble, the Internet Scrabble Club, which I started with years ago. I don’t understand why Scrabble purists have not taken the same tough stand I finally made against the scourge of our times, Words With Friends. I don’t understand why Charlie is short for Charles when they both have the same number of letters. I don’t understand why we can’t get Ubers that are the Batmobile, Kitt, Chitty Chitty Band Bang, the General Lee, James Bond’s Aston Martin DB5 (with functioning ejector seat), the Monkeemobile, the Mystery Machine, Herbie the Love Bug, the “Ghostbusters” Ecto-1 or the “Back to the Future” time machine DeLorean. Isn’t it just a slightly less violent version of horseshoes? I don’t understand why cornhole is so popular. To me, trying to fuse those genres makes as much sense as using a banana for a hammer. I prefer headbanging over head-scratching. I’m an old school – early 1980s Metallica fan so I preferred them when they – what’s the tactful way of saying this? – weren’t neutered. I listened to that first album they made with the San Francisco Symphony years ago and didn’t get it. I don’t understand the popularity of Metallica recently playing with a symphony yet again. I don’t understand since network TV these days just keeps rehashing old stuff, why variety shows haven’t made a comeback yet. Here is a list of some of the things I just don’t understand. ![]() ![]() While I would prefer to be brimming with Freddy “Boom-Boom” Washington confidence, alas, I am instead filled with Vinnie Barbarino-esque confusion. One of my favorites was “I’m so confused!” That’s the zone I’m operating in today. John Travolta’s breakout character in the old TV show “Welcome Back Kotter” had a number of popular catchphrases. ![]()
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