I’ve been reading up on learned helplessness lately. A lot of us experience this condition or one like it in life at some level (does not have to be substantial). However, the more that one struggles with this, the deeper the hole that they dig for themselves… and for no real reason. The subject is quite interesting and, if you’ve got a few minutes, look it up. Wikipedia will do if you’re simply looking for a brief overview (bear in mind that this theory really can’t accurately be explained in a mere summary).
Thus far, I’ve arrived at two conclusions with regard to learned helplessness:
1. Seeing people we love in this mental prison (stupid term, but unfortunately accurate) is awful.
2. This is one of the most frustrating things for both subjects and observers (psychologically speaking) that I have been exposed to in quite some time; it’s very lame and very real.
So, there it is; a post with substance enough to (hopefully) make up for my last one…and the fact that I forget about Tumblr most of the time.
Love,
Gwendolyn
