Of course, this very easily backfires—either you dislike feeling evil, so feeling evil takes up energy and doesn’t leave you any to spare for altruistic acts. Alternatively, it might twist your self-image so that you think you actually are evil and start to commit evil acts and become less interested in good ones… or you think that you aren’t doing things that are making you feel bad enough yet, so you start doing things that are actually evil.
I expect that getting this to work would require quite an intricate web of self-deception, and most who tried this would simply fail, one way or another.
I expect that getting this to work would require quite an intricate web of self-deception, and most who tried this would simply fail, one way or another.
Eh. I suspect you’re over-thinking it. Capturing the feeling in order to cultivate a proper emotional balance as to achieve an outcome is a measurably useful phenomenon. If it doesn’t work, stop doing it.
When my trip to the Dominican Republic was ending, I was waiting for a bus to take me to the airport. I saw a “limpiabota,” a shoe-shine boy, and decided it was a good time to get the mud and dirt off of my hiking boots, regular shoes, and dressier shoes.
They typically ask ten pesos for a shine but tourists might be asked to pay a few times that and natives five to ten pesos. In any case these are some of the poorest boys there and people might give them a five peso tip on top of whatever they ask. They are desperate for the money and are selling a ‘luxury’ good that the purchaser doesn’t need to buy so it is possible to negotiate with them. I practiced my spanish talking him down from the asked for 30 pesos for the three pairs, and engaged in a tough negotiation, turning away several times and eventually getting him down to seven pesos for the three pairs. I let him shine the shoes I was wearing and gave him the other two pairs, telling him I put more than seven pesos in the shoe and it was a tip for him to take.
At the airport, everything was sold in dollars, not that I thought I’d much want to buy anything there anyway. i still had a good deal of money left in Dominican Pesos, so I put it all in my shoes. A few thousand pesos. The thought of the huge cut they take at the currency exchange counter galls me.
I expect that getting this to work would require quite an intricate web of self-deception
I have a chintzy WWLVD bracelet, it seems to work OK. Lieutenant Verrall
It’s important not to try and emulate someone actually important like Stalin, as that would entail mostly signing paperwork and sleeping at your desk in your boots amid lapses of mania.
Of course, this very easily backfires—either you dislike feeling evil, so feeling evil takes up energy and doesn’t leave you any to spare for altruistic acts. Alternatively, it might twist your self-image so that you think you actually are evil and start to commit evil acts and become less interested in good ones… or you think that you aren’t doing things that are making you feel bad enough yet, so you start doing things that are actually evil.
I expect that getting this to work would require quite an intricate web of self-deception, and most who tried this would simply fail, one way or another.
Eh. I suspect you’re over-thinking it. Capturing the feeling in order to cultivate a proper emotional balance as to achieve an outcome is a measurably useful phenomenon. If it doesn’t work, stop doing it.
When my trip to the Dominican Republic was ending, I was waiting for a bus to take me to the airport. I saw a “limpiabota,” a shoe-shine boy, and decided it was a good time to get the mud and dirt off of my hiking boots, regular shoes, and dressier shoes.
They typically ask ten pesos for a shine but tourists might be asked to pay a few times that and natives five to ten pesos. In any case these are some of the poorest boys there and people might give them a five peso tip on top of whatever they ask. They are desperate for the money and are selling a ‘luxury’ good that the purchaser doesn’t need to buy so it is possible to negotiate with them. I practiced my spanish talking him down from the asked for 30 pesos for the three pairs, and engaged in a tough negotiation, turning away several times and eventually getting him down to seven pesos for the three pairs. I let him shine the shoes I was wearing and gave him the other two pairs, telling him I put more than seven pesos in the shoe and it was a tip for him to take.
At the airport, everything was sold in dollars, not that I thought I’d much want to buy anything there anyway. i still had a good deal of money left in Dominican Pesos, so I put it all in my shoes. A few thousand pesos. The thought of the huge cut they take at the currency exchange counter galls me.
I have a chintzy WWLVD bracelet, it seems to work OK. Lieutenant Verrall
It’s important not to try and emulate someone actually important like Stalin, as that would entail mostly signing paperwork and sleeping at your desk in your boots amid lapses of mania.