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I believe we all have a special switch inside our head. Strictly speaking, we have endless. Infinite switches in our brains that are continually changing their position. From GREEN to RED, or vice versa. We can even leave them in an intermediate state, in a fragile balance in which the minimum stimulus can dump them into any position.
These switches are associated with every memory, every experience, every person who crosses our path. Each new element that enters our world creates its own switch, and its position is determined by what we call our first impression. When something goes well, we like it, it captivates us, it convince us, it creates its switch in GREEN. When something gives us a bad feeling, switch to RED. And during the life of that element in our thinking, and then in our memory, every event that happens, every information in addition, each relationship established with other elements, can reverse its switch position.
The switches that fascinate me most are those associated with the people we encounter in our life. These switches are large, bright and exciting, and are associated to the whole person, not just to the immense physical and emotional set up of a human being, but also to its history. With people, we somehow do an exercise of generalization, saving thousands of switches that should cause each of their actions or words to incorporate all of them to the large switch that we have created for that person. There are people whose switches have never changed their position since we met them the first time. There are others that caused us an incorrect first impression, and compel us to reverse the switch as we know them better. Even there are people who torn between the GREEN and RED since we met them, and will remain so forever, or until we got tired and decided to leave them indefinitely in the equilibrium position indicating that we do not trust them, or even to condemn them on RED by simple laziness.
But here’s a type of event that excite me particularly, and that starts with a switch that takes a long time in RED, with a person we know and we have condemned for many small things. Very rarely happens that a particular act or some few words from the owner of the switch, move you so that they blow the switch to GREEN no turning back. You know that for you, that person will always be GREEN, whatever happens and whatever he or she does. And you realize that few people have lived something like that, that you’re a privileged who has managed to expose as GREEN a switch that everyone sees RED. To me, those CLICKS make life worthwhile. They’re the magic part of the trick.
Roberto was the first person who broke into pieces his huge switch in RED. He gave me a lesson, and got my switches rarely pass to RED since then. Now I keep them as long as I can in equilibrium, avidly seeking an excuse to put them in GREEN again.
[TO BE CONTINUED...]
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Buen enfoque del asunto. Creo, como tú, que no habría que poner nunca los interruptores en rojo permanente porque al hacerlo nos perdemos muchas oportunidades.
También pienso que a veces la actitud de los demás sólo es un reflejo de la nuestra, así que para cambiar la de los demás, tal vez sólo hemos de cambiar la nuestra.
Te dejo una reflexión (bastante farragosa por cierto) que tiene algo que ver con tu punto de vista aunque, ni de lejos, tan colorista como la tuya.
http://tertuliafilosoficatoledo.blogspot.com.es/2011/02/piensa-mal-y-acertaras.html
Saludos.
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Muy interesante tu exposición Yack, muy a lo Desmond Morris
Mi visión intenta ser más positiva, seguramente porque mi “candidez” me ha devuelto más cosas buenas que malas.
Esto también es otro punto a considerar, puesto que la singularidad de cada uno, y su forma de interaccionar con los demás, define nuestra forma de comprender el mundo. La experiencia de una persona rara vez es extrapolable a otra, simplemente porque la vida (las personas) tratan de forma diferente a cada uno en función de sus características psíquicas y físicas.
Me apunto el blog que referencias, me ha gustado mucho! Gracias
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Lo mejor de la “candidez” es que se cura con el tiempo.
Y llevas mucha razón en eso de que cada uno ve el mundo de una manera diferente y las experiencias no son extrapolables, aunque yo añadiría que sólo hasta cierto punto.
Si te tiras a una piscina sin agua, el chichón es extrapolable porque todos compartimos una misma realidad. Lo difícil es saber qué es extrapolable y qué no lo es, pero estoy seguro de que eso se te da muy bien.
Y una última pregunta: ¿cómo demonios has pintado el estampado del vestido en perspectiva?
Saludos.
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Trabajando con Photoshop el estampado es fácil… Busco una textura que me guste, trato los colores, niveles, etc… Y luego aplico a la capa del estampado perspectiva y un poco de esferización