Peer Pressure from the Perspective of the Bully
I think this begets a far more compelling case-study than the tediously exhausted view from that of the victim.
Here’s the classic scenario:
Victim: Nah, I don’t want to do Insert Activity Here.
Bully: Why not? Insert Reason Here.
Reasons, of course, will vary.
- It’s for your own good!
- Well, it’s nothing bad.
- Everyone else is doing it. (Overly exaggerated as an example, but rather uncommon.)
- You’ll have to eventually anyway.
- This isn’t the time to be defiant.
Regardless, the general implication is that to fit into society, one must engage in the said activity. While there are in existence a multitude of “societies” in reality, we shall assume a singular overarching entity across humanity for the purposes of this dissertation, continued below the jump.
Infinity!
I convince myself that I instinctively arrive late to every meeting because I secretly, deep-down in the depths of my brain and heart, as my greatest most closeted desire and dream, hope that the following conversation will someday ensue:
Me: I’m here?
Stranger: Zetta slow.
Me: So zetta slow.
Him: Prepare to be iterated.
Me: You’re out of your vector!
Him: Where’s your beauty?!
Me: The world is garbage!!
Him: N FACTORIAL.
Me: YOU STUPID HECTOPASCAL.
I would die of happiness.
A heap of awesomeness below the break.
Not Everyone Can Figure Skate
Apparently there exists a TV program that kidnaps (read: recruits) celebrities to participate in a two-month ice skating training regime, which is followed by a final exhibition through participation in a semi-professional competition. Sounds fun, anyway.
The level that the skaters reach by that point, in that one shining moment pressured to show the world their sudden accomplishment and months of frozen sweat, is truly impressive. To believe that they are amateurs is incredible.
Anyone can figure skate, they say.
But someone brought up a good point:
“I don’t ever want to become a figure skater. There, you can actually fall.”
Gotta have those "eyes"...
Is the World Ending Tomorrow?
I refuse to discuss this.
“If you have read the the internet today, you know that the world is ending tomorrow, and that blogs have found a day’s worth of content from the event. This blog, endeavoring to cover year-round a sport that lasts approximately 13 weekends in fall, is no better. While we remain quite certain that there are going to be several disappointed people tomorrow wandering around with their apocalypse signs aimlessly until finally deciding to go to the Olive Garden, you can never rule anything out 100%.” – Maize N Brew
Perhaps it reveals an inner contrarian streak.
Moving on (below the break).
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