Personal Essay: Knowing The Social Norm

Longing for something real I sit here alone. My mind sifting through all the possible ways I could escape and get what I want. But that would be too simple. I need to find a way to get what I want and not get caught. Afterall that’s why I’m here isn’t it? I’m always getting what I want without punishment because people are too easily fooled. To easy until you get too caught up in your own ways and your mind becomes like theirs. You become too careless and you leave traces of your own crime. Then you end up here with nothing but the sound of your own voice bouncing off into empty space. Don’t be careless my friends because it will ruin you like it ruined me.

things I'm trying to scream out for all to hear. I have flickers of hope when I write. Hope that maybe one day my mind will drag me to this computer to type about how much I changed. How I love myself now and all my insecurities have faded into a dark abyss. But that isn't the case, is it? When I write, or type, it's always the same. The same meaning but only with different words. The same call for help but with a different tone. Every time I tell you nothing is wrong something is, but why would you care? I'm fine. Right? I'm okay. Nothing can hurt me if I don't let it, right? But it can and it will. It will drag me so far down you won't be able to hear my screams, you won't be able to hear my pleas for help. But maybe that's for the best. Because I'm sorry but I don't want to let you in. I don't want to let anyone in. I want to suffer until I explode and just dissipate. Because I don't want you to worry. I want to be alright, and I will be. One day soon, or maybe not so soon. I'm lost in such a vast ocean of thoughts. It's like my vocal cords are my bucket but I have hundreds of gallons to remove. One measly bucket is enough. But writing? It holds thousands of gallons of my unspoken

Sociology in Every Life One central and important study of sociology is the study of everyday social life. Everyday life and sociology are definitely two distinct terms and situations, but they hold a close relationship. While sociology studies human interaction, everyday life consists of everyday human interaction. Everyday life is filled by human beings interacting with one another, institutions, ideas, and emotions. Sociology studies the interactions with all of these and shows how mere interaction resulted in things like ideas and institutions.

I am trapped in a world full of disappointment. Everything is wrong, but no one seems to notice. Maybe they suspect, but they don’t ask. No matter how loud my screams become, nobody pauses and listens to the words. It’s hopeless. This life, this fantasy, this dream. The thought that maybe someday I’ll be okay. That maybe someday I’ll feel happy. It’s dangerous. It’s treacherous. It’s disappointing.

Society, without even saying a word, has given us rules and guidelines that we have to abide. Social norms are rules or guidelines regarding what kinds of behavior are acceptable or appropriate within a culture. They are so embedded within our daily life that often we do not notice them.

What’s your pet peeve? Is it graffiti scrawled on building walls? Too much television commercials? Unnecessary violence in some movies? Something else that really bothers you? Write a multiple paragraph letter to the editor of your school newspaper persuading readers to consider your position regarding your pet

Oh, to see what I wish I didn’t. To see an image staring back at me that I don’t identify with. To long to be accepted, and wonder if ever such a thing could happen. For now, all I can do is move on and pursue something to challenge the “norm”. I suppose it’s time to go forth and spread ideas that no longer require there to be a fear of ourselves. I guess it’s about time for me to do this on my own, even though I am at the ripe age of 62.

people don’t understand what it’s like to be different. I never understood anyone, what they were saying. I was never one to care but inside I was broken beyond compare. I hated myself for what I had become.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, and I don’t even think that it’s my fault. Maybe if I describe my situation to you my problem, N/A, will become clear. N/A isn’t something that other people can see, so It’s not alive. I can’t even see it. I can only and always feel it. I feel it watching me, and judging me. I always feel it there in the back of my mind making me feel inferior, and different. It laughs at me when I cry and yells at me when I laugh. Somedays are better than others. Somedays it just watches me from the sidelines judging the way I do things. Other days it jumps right into my life yelling at me and cutting me down.

The song implies that no one has to bend over heels unless they want to. Many times we tend to ignore our own feelings and trust someone else’s opinion over our own. Yes seeking help is fine, but blindly changing because of someone’s expectations is wrong. For example, if a woman has a cheating husband and she is trying hard to maintain the relationship by going to couples therapy. But her husband is stubborn, who is not trying as hard as his wife, she has every right to leave him and society is no one to judge her or base an opinion on her marriage. Nobody should disregard themselves and only focus on society’s opinion. A woman should love herself no matter what, mistakes happen, some days are bad, and some are good and its not the end of the world. Acceptance is the key to let all the insecurities go, it takes time to accept flaws, but over time flaws can be one’s biggest strength in the future. No body can discover themselves unless one gives oneself a chance to do so. In the process of acceptance, things like self-esteem and body image issues can resolve. No one should hate himself or herself just because of a minor reason that they don’t look a certain way. Life is too short to live in misery, and listen to people who are just shaping you like a cookie with their cookie

You broke me. You left me exposed. You only care about your own Depression. My depression reflects yours because I hate to see you hurt. But, you’re putting it on yourself. If it were me, I’d let it be. If you invest in me, in us, your depression will

There are many explanations for the origins of modern social psychology. It is therefore important to consider that social psychology cannot be traced back to one single source of origin (Burr, 2003). Hence, this is the reason why there are debates of what social psychology is. Allport (1985) described social psychology as the study an individual’s thoughts, feelings, and behaviours which are influenced by the actual, imagines, or implied presence of others. As seen from this definition there is a direct link between social science and the individual psychology (Sewell, 1989). Social psychology cannot be seen as a linear phenomenon. This is because social psychology has been derived from a combination of influences. The development of

“Angie get out here! We’re starting to dance!” Veronica, my friend, screamed. “I don’t know V, I’m pretty good where I am.” I shouted, looking down at my hands, avoiding eye contact with any other human being. The social scene wasn’t really my thing. I was the girl to always get talked over, to always avoid social situations, to always be the outcast. Don’t get me wrong, I was fine with this, but sometimes my friends have a hard time understanding me. Sometimes I don’t understand myself. Sitting alone in the dining room of this house, I hear that same thump of the beat on the walls, while the party scene starts to disperse. I watch their faces smile as they jump to the melody of the song. It was some stupid pop song everyone knows. Those oh, so

There are 7 billion people of this planet who I have not met yet, and over 180 countries I have not visited. Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town, being pressured into making decisions about my future when I barely know who I am. People may think that I have nothing to be sad about, and I should feel happy. But if you look more closely at my life, at the little details, that’s where it all went wrong. I feel bad for feeling like this because I have people I love, I have nice parents and friends, but when I’m alone, I have nothing. And I feel like people judge me for feeling the way I do when others have it worse. But the amount of pain someone is in shouldn’t be measured by how many scars they have or how many meals they’ve skipped. Does it really have to get that bad in order for people to understand that someone is hurting? Even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have. I say that I don’t want to talk about it. Actually, I do, but I’m afraid of people’s reactions. I’m afraid that they’ll never see me as an equal again. I’m afraid of the pity in their eyes when they realise how screwed up I am. I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle, which is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am feeling more and more alone. You see the thing is no one seems to care unless you’re pretty or dying. But I’m neither; I just struggle with everyday activities. I overanalyse

My Philosophy on Life Do you ever wonder why you are put into situations that you don’t know how to deal with? Would it disappear if you just closed your eyes to the many lights that life produces? Well most cases it doesn’t, the light is shining in your eyes like the sun and you have to deal with it. Sometimes I wonder why I act the way I do, and why I have to deal with situations that aren’t always the most comforting. You think you have something, but you realize that you have nothing on that one piece of life’s puzzle. When you sit down to think in silence about the world revolving around you, you realize that piece is near you. However, it is not close enough to grab with your hand or heart. You want to react with your mind, but