Tell someone something often enough – and some of them, at some point, will come round to believing you.
"It’s not just what we believe about others that influences how we see things. Equally important is how we perceive ourselves. In the 2006 soccer World Cup in Germany, German police feted English fans - not exactly noted for their temperance on such occasions - as being the “best fans in the world”. The tournament passed off without incident. Not, of course, that the compliment was genuine. You must be joking. Rather, the Germans had done their homework. Research has shown that providing individuals with false feedback about themselves can actually induce them to confirm it.” - The current book I’m reading, Flipnosis, by Kevin Dutton
I decided to test this theory. I purposely let it slip out to an alcoholic jackass at work that he’s a good man. In only a week the change was insane. He walks in shoulders no longer slumped, head held high, eyes smiling, as he nods his head hello to everyone. Quite a change from his former mumbling slurs, distant eyes, and unique ability to provoke fights in the calmest situations. Even I believe my words now.
You have the ability to change people. Let me reiterate; we become the person that we believe ourselves to be. Or, more accurately, the person we believe others think we are. Which in theory, of course, can be anything.
I’ve been writing as long as I can remember. Reminiscing through posts when I first made this site, I found this. Written on May 24th, 2009.
Don’t make a sound I like you so much better with the sound off no lies, no noise to my ears I don’t want your hollow promises the lines you fed to the last sucker all that well rehearsed bullshit So don’t say a word, just hold me tight “Love” has so many misconceptions, it’s distorted, almost to the point that the passion of its original intent is gone. But I loved you. When I think of you now, I think of a small child staring out of a car window, left outside the pub by your father who spent hours drowning his sorrows inside. So here we are, ripping of the layers Pants after belt slowly falling Similar to the way our hearts obey the law of gravity when someone who loves us… changes their mind. I’m biting my lip, shirt no longer there Your hearts going frantic, as fast as the night you grabbed my hand and swore it was beating that fast because you were in love step towards me, come into my world layer upon layer, meeting the floor exposing me exposing you And here we are again completely naked completely vulnerable But still, you’re ripping the layers off me who I am and who I used to be leaving me completely raw you’re pulling my trembling body to yours touching me, but not with your hands Eyes full of old regrets and memories, looking up at you That look telling me more than your mouth ever could some things speak for themselves, and others are never spoken of.
Blast your music so loud you can’t hear the edging thoughts in your subconscious. Drink so much you stop giving a damn. Snort, sniff, smoke whatever makes you feel anything, but what you really do. Sleep with that many people you forget the memory of my face. Lie your way around the questions asked by those who really care.
Numbing the pain will only make it worse when you eventually feel it. How many years have you been doing this for now? You live and learn I guess, but doing it the hard way isn’t always right; you’ve gotta learn a lesson somewhere.