Looking-Glass Self Theory


​I watched Kak Azlin Malik ‘s live video, where she talked about the deep reasons why we care what other people think of us. In it, she mentioned a very subconscious tactic our mind uses to perceive our outside world. It reminded me of a video by Jason Silva. It’s fascinating. And once you read this you’ll never see your reality the same way again. 
Looking-Glass Self Theory. A concept that will make you rethink your whole identity.
Are you really who you think you are? Do you know who you are? Who are you?
When you read that, your brain pauses for a while. Some of you might ponder upon that question for a while, while some others might immediately come up with an answer. 
“I’m Karoline”

“I’m a teacher”

“I’m a smurf”

“I’m a Harry Styles lover”

“I’m a carrot enthusiast”
 Your brain immediately comes up with its attachments, identifications and labels of self. Do note that the word “attachments” and “identifications” often get a bad rep, but they simply show you how you perceive yourself; ie. You identify yourself as your name. 
Some of them are plain observations, nothing particularly conflicting. 
However, your outlook of yourself is more subconscious than you think. You may not even be aware of some very predominant and adamant proclamations of the Ego. For example, someone might consciously say that they want to be famous, however deep within there is a belief that “I don’t want to be seen because I will be rejected, etc etc”

Or someone might say that they want money, but then subconsciously avoiding it because of their deep belief “I have to be humble, and money makes me arrogant, or people who make money are evil because they take away from others etc etc.”

 (All Ego means is how you see yourself and the world around you. For this read, drop the idea of Ego being a bad thing, because all it is is the mechanics behind : Why we do what we do. )
But where does this come from? 
The answer is simple: Looking-Glass Self  Theory
You are not who you think you are.


You are not who others think you are.
You are what you think others think of you.
Our brains have primitive instincts, and one of our very core human need is connection. We are a social species. So other people’s approval is crucial to our survival according to our amygdala (functions to process emotions, found in the brain).   This article shows the chemical reactions that take place in your brain when you get rejected : http://bit.ly/2jmsrr5
That’s why “You are the average of your 5 friends”. Influence is ubiquitous. And that’s why our minds are highly impressionable. 
For example, if you were born in a society that believes purple is evil, you will likely grow up believing it until you can be convinced that it is not necessarily true. Or if the people around you identify you as “Smart”, “Stupid”, “Polite”, “Aggressive”, or whatever it may be, you will believe that too! 
The thoughts we have about ourselves are just self-concepts. Whatever you perceive of yourself is what you think other ppl think of you, and that is based of how you were treated in the past. But how other people see you/treated you is also how they see themselves, which was also caused by how others had seen them!!!!

 Can you spot this domino effect we have on each other?
It makes me think; some parts of who we are is just a persona created so as to meet up to the expectation of the world around us. And in that process we accept the parts of us that is acceptable, and hide that which is disdainfully looked down upon. It creates a split between who we really are, what we want and what we have to be to fit in. 
Written by : Mirrah Irdina 
 Video credits to : Jason Silva 


What am I? 


​I just had a weird thought… 
We are made out of cells. 
Every part of us is made out entirely of cells, and cells are made out of atoms. Because atoms have their own properties and chemical tendencies, it’s almost like they have a mind of their own. We cannot control what they do, or react with. 
Thus, that means

 we are separate from our cells = we are not our cells 
So… that leaves me with this: 
Since i could disassemble every cell of my body, I am thus not it. I am not my hair, I am not my skin, not my brain, I am not my organs, since they can be removed from me anytime. 
So.. what am I?

inner artist

Random Rambles

Art is within everyone. 

That is what I realised when my manic inner artist bursted through the seams, maneuvering its way with colourful threads and pieces of paper. 

Sometimes it does that when i write, and it would feel like words are instantly being  written out on paper without my conscious effort. It feels like an uninterrupted flow of thought that expresses itself through a hand scribbling across a page. (right now as im writing im not really feeling that flow… It feels like im trying to push through writer’s block with meaningless sentences that are supposed to make meaning. )

But from what i have experienced, expression is liberating. 
But it can come with the other side of the spectrum. De-pression. 
Depression feels like a hibernation from expression… It makes me wonder sometimes like hey, where did all that creative energy go? 
Like woah.. where did you go inspiration? 

And then.. I realised that… energy can never be destroyed. It can only be transferred. ( thanks science class..). This realisation was a break from a repetitive thought patterm of “i always have to be happy.” 

Expression is when energy flows through you and outwards,and you have all the energy it takes to create…. while depression is energy flowing through you and within you, because there’s something about yourself that you have yet to discover..

It feels draining to write about emotions honestly… because to put a definition to it feels limiting.. 

Thought is very malleable. The minute  perspective changes… everything i see changes and nothing is the same. Old definitions of whatever becomes irrelevant and old news.
it feels really aimless to be writing about something abstract… versus when i am experiencing something abstract. Honestly, both are aimless. But i do it anyway just because. 

 i dont actually know where im really going with this one. 
But it’s fun to just… write it out you know? 








“Money doesn’t bring you happiness. It just gives you more options.”


When i read that, it’s almost as if… it struck something in me. I feel like i have sunken deeper into parts of my mind that i have never seen before. Like i’m about to discover the part of myself that actually, genuinely knows that happiness is a wavering thing.

Which thus makes it…

a very…

pointless goal.

I got the sentence above from a book i just randomly took. I flipped to a random page and there it was.  It seems like it really is the message to hit home. Maybe happiness just isn’t the goal.

And what if sadness wasn’t the goal either? The two extremities of life, and all its in betweens are just redundant factors to, and of life.


Until the next write,