Category Archives: Social Conditioning

Social Conditioning

Senior Efforts

David Victor Photography

In this our one- click-away-from-answers age I get startled when I need receipts, certifications, and other documents. These can’t be googled! I usually panic and sometimes even get high blood pressure in the process. I get rattled when I can’t find pieces of linen from delivered laundry or when I can’t have answers to questions posed by my professor-journalist husband. For months I was pleased with myself having a website.

 

Then several reader coaxed me to open a Facebook account. For years I managed to stay firm in my resolve to stay away from Facebook. What with the troublesome experiences of some of my fellow senior citizens. Then a nephew opened an account for me under a false name. I already wrote about my woes, not being able to access using my password created by my nephew. Eventually I got tired emailing and texting my nephew for instructions. I decided to take a more daring approach. I changed my password. Since then I have been enjoying my Facebook network.

 

When I was still active in the academe I would do a lot with “Word”. But after my mild stroke last May typing with my left hand has been like swatting flies and never hitting any. So I impatiently, but with prayers to my favorite saints email my essays to Marc Co in installments! Once in a while I dream of hiring an encoder but the mere thought of having another soul in our condo stops me. I have illusions of living like Henry David Thoreau at Walden Pond but only till my husband comes home daily from work.

[On Social Conditioning] ~ Unlearning

David Victor Photography

You must unlearn almost everything you were taught in school about what it means to be intelligent. In school especially in the elementary years, pupils have to deal primarily with peer pressure aside from handling the purely academic. With eBooks, Google, caregivers and/or significant others who can assist if not entirely complete the homework ”intelligence” takes on a non-traditional meaning.

In the first world countries and recently even in a few local schools in the Philippines the phenomenon called “bullying” requires the young in school to harness a new kind of intelligence neither bookish nor utterly compliant. On-line games have honed a more practical often times creative intelligence. Many very young children have not been socialized in traditional schools yet but already have experienced the world through computer games. Certainly these have a new kind of style for negotiating the world so unlike the fear-based rules and regulations they would otherwise be subjected to through their caregivers or even their busy parents. The adjustments needed are hardly perceived by most adults. not very doable is a change in focus. I refer to the soft focus something similar to what can be attained through meditation! Who would be interested in this frenetic world to introduce meditation in school or at home for children? This soft focus consists of not trying too hard, contrary to the traditional teaching. It calls for the mind to think. To trust that the mind will eventually settle on what it was instructed to do. This soft focus can work even under time-bound deadlines. The trick I have personally learned is to trust that a relaxed mind can accomplish more when not harassed, when treated gently. Much time is wasted forcing the mind to accomplish one’s goals. Continue reading

Spirituality

We adapt to the industrial and the post-industrial world with energy software designed for living in the wild. In spite of new challenges in our world, we often respond using the fight or flight strategy even if this is not applicable. Take for example my present lifestyle. For many years in the apartment where we used to live for almost thirty years I had a small garden. There was a space apart from our living quarters where I could walk around talking to my plants. There were demarcation lines separating Nature from the daily grind.

Our condo on the thirty-seventh floor, comfortable and elegant as it is breathes of confinement. I sometimes feel as one with the factory workers even of modern times. My introversion makes me enjoy the comfortable isolation of our condo. Nobody can disturb me except the young men who deliver our laundry and our meals. Even then they are subjected to screening first by the guards at the entrance then by the guards in barong at the lobby. What a sanitized life! Continue reading

Forever a Teacher

Although my teaching years have been officially ended, I want my last essay for this book to be about teaching. Later today I will be having lunch with my regular text mate from Iloilo, a former student of mine. Here are a few reasons for our bonding. We are both May born; our pragmatic philosophy about money is a strong factor for a meeting of minds. Our first born children (although I only have one against her six) belong to the same generation; we exchange notes on parenting. She is definitely a concerned parent as opposed to my now-hovering now-surrendered style. Neither of us is a fashion plate; we are minimalists! In my case I have stopped wearing jewelry except for my wristwatch for practicality. I don’t want to lose precious pieces again after I dropped one earring in Singapore. For a while I couldn’t forgive myself for losing the earring. After all I have been habitually checking on both ears. That year in 2007 I must have been so engrossed with the design of a Chinese-Vietnamese restaurant. I failed to check my earlobes before alighting from the cab. I suspect I must have brushed off one earring to struggle out of the seatbelt. I always get entangled. Continue reading

Intuition

   I achieved goals but I was often too exhausted to enjoy what I had done. I looked for what was next, never what was right in front of me. It was no fun. That was Maria Nemeth. The above statement echoed what Emil used to remind me when I was in depression. “You solve one problem and immediately look for another.”

I should have learned: observe mental states without identification with them, without going  into the urgently felt need to express them, but also just as important without repressing them and instead merely getting to know them as they are. In other words, just observe my thoughts.

But what a waste of time. The urge was to fix things right away.

Apparently nothing is happening in my life since I don’t have a paying job anymore. This was how I was made to understand life; I still subscribed to the dictum of: “by the sweat of thy brow”.

It is as if I haven’t learned the updated version of the Eden story. It is back in my childhood years when I was struggling with my dysfunctional family. Memories that need healing. Continue reading