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Makings of social sciences

I find myself more and more inclined to writing and still writing. Most probably, the pessimism in people to understand the depth of your thoughts propelled it. The ostensible truth is that the judgment and heuristics that perpetuate mankind are so deeply manifested. Just like the rust on a nail, they could be removed but takes effort. Some might find this offensive but could people who immerse their whole life looking at statistics and numbers understand the very reductive view they passionately hold on to? Because being in finance means wealth and this justifies segregative or demeaning mindsets. Knowledge is not self-defined. And then I find myself engaging in judgmental thoughts… Then again, if an arts degree to you, is a worthless academic investment, it further affirms the superficial self. When I talked to them and attempted slightly more sophisticated cosmopolitan discourses, they often couldn’t move beyond limited market considerations. Maybe it’s not about a MBA vs a MA thing, it’s more about how averse individuals are in seeing beyond their comfortable horizon. Few years back, I doubted my choice in the arts field, now I’m ever more certain.

politics

A topic I once hated so much but found an uncanny interest in recently.

Reading Xiaxue’s entry on politics in Singapore while digesting tonnes of academic literature on the ‘public sphere’ sheds light on the ignorance and superficiality of local knowledge on the topic. Spectacular and over-trivialized frames people engage endlessly in. … and I should really get started on those 12,000 words, instead of rambling so much here. Bad habits just don’t go away as you wish.

The self in the light

Sometimes I’m too much a self-sufficient soul with only “occasional needs of dressing nicely and flaunting the garments” (vanity i admit).

And as time passes, the more I identify social tools as problems of insufficiency and psycho-emotional deficits.The claims of such social tools make up the hypperreality people unconsciously indulge in.

Yet again, the stage of self-discovery and the need of space. Maybe ignorance is a bliss.