It is often stated how much beautiful people live in a bubble. Entire comedy episodes in such shows as 30 Rock are dedicated to this phenomena. Beautiful women just have to smile to get a man to do something for her.
However have you ever thought about your own bubble? Not just how people interact with you but the kind of people you rub shoulders with daily that you judge yourself against either consciously or subconsciously.
For myself it never hits home until I have a reason to head into Central Croydon.
My normal daily life is suburb Coulsdon, I commute directly from my local train station into London Bridge and walk to Shoreditch from there. Everyone I see or meet are office professionals, everyone is rocking the latest smart phone and usually have a tablet with them as well. Everyone is neat and tidy, all kinds of races, well spoken and generally polite. No one talks of course unless it is a) snowing b) significant delay on the train system, but then you spend the other 250 working days of the year politely ignoring each other.
When I have to go into Central Croydon (usually spec savers to get contact lenses checked once a year) I am suddenly dropped into chav commoner hell. Single mothers surround me, no one appears able to coherently string a sentence together. For some reason music is enjoyable when played through tiny external mobile phone speakers (mobile phone is usually base model) and I am suddenly conscious of the expensive items of equipment I carry about my person. Apparently every item of clothing must be purchased with GREAT BIG BRAND LETTERS on them like they are walking advertisement boards and despite the free advertising cost more money. A particular favorite of mine are the poor souls who appear sponsored by Adidas but have never done a days exercise in their life.
I am fully aware that if that is what I encounter day to day, it wouldn't bother me in the slightest and these are the kind of people I'd be judging myself against.
How often do you consider your "bubble"?
However have you ever thought about your own bubble? Not just how people interact with you but the kind of people you rub shoulders with daily that you judge yourself against either consciously or subconsciously.
For myself it never hits home until I have a reason to head into Central Croydon.
My normal daily life is suburb Coulsdon, I commute directly from my local train station into London Bridge and walk to Shoreditch from there. Everyone I see or meet are office professionals, everyone is rocking the latest smart phone and usually have a tablet with them as well. Everyone is neat and tidy, all kinds of races, well spoken and generally polite. No one talks of course unless it is a) snowing b) significant delay on the train system, but then you spend the other 250 working days of the year politely ignoring each other.
When I have to go into Central Croydon (usually spec savers to get contact lenses checked once a year) I am suddenly dropped into chav commoner hell. Single mothers surround me, no one appears able to coherently string a sentence together. For some reason music is enjoyable when played through tiny external mobile phone speakers (mobile phone is usually base model) and I am suddenly conscious of the expensive items of equipment I carry about my person. Apparently every item of clothing must be purchased with GREAT BIG BRAND LETTERS on them like they are walking advertisement boards and despite the free advertising cost more money. A particular favorite of mine are the poor souls who appear sponsored by Adidas but have never done a days exercise in their life.
I am fully aware that if that is what I encounter day to day, it wouldn't bother me in the slightest and these are the kind of people I'd be judging myself against.
How often do you consider your "bubble"?
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Do you live in Boston by any chance?
(I'm a terrible person)