Personal Essay: Knowing The Social Norm

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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.

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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.

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

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.

No matter how many tears you’ve cried, how many memories you have remembered, no matter what has happened in your life, despite of looks, I want you to know something. . To feel like you don’t belong anywhere, and you never have enough friends. I know what it’s like to be hurt. Heartbroken. Bullied endlessly. I know what it’s like to feel like you can do nothing right, or to feel like this is all too much

The only time I’m the focal point of your attention is when I’m broken. It seems to be all the time now, maybe that’s because you’re the reason why I am broken. I’ll keep breaking if you don’t help me. I’m torn apart inside and out. I am torn between keeping his secrets and telling you. I’m torn physically. How many surgeries has it been? I feel rejection from everyone, even from my own

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.

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

Marks’ audience was in an honor or shame culture where boasting was considered necessary to confirm one’s social status in the community. That was why the disciples were arguing among themselves who was the greatest. Also at that time the audience might have question about establishing the limit of who was with them and who was not with them instead of focusing against the enemy, Satan.

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

“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

Societal norms and values are key aspects of everyone’s life today. Throughout this assignment I will discuss the nature of norms, values and socialisation before explaining how norms and values are transmitted through the socialisation process.