Read one of the most devastating ideas I’ve come across in a long while in Michael Lewis’s book, “The Undoing Project: A Friendship That Changed Our Minds.” In it, the author writes about Daniel Kahneman and Amos Tversky’s studies about decision-making. Along the way, they observed that when people see things, they develop a bias that skews their opinions towards a different likelihood of occurrence compared to if they’d never seen something that created this situation. The specific example that struck me was how if someone sees a car accident, they are more inclined to perceive something similar happening to them.
If this is true, then if I look at people who play video games that allude to a bleak future and they go on to be worried about the zombie apocalypse, or I consider those who spend a lot of time star-gazing at celebrities only to join the selfie world of social media with the idea that they too will famous, then I have to realize it was I who was asleep in not recognizing that these trends are driving us into ever-increasing herds of smaller sizes that may never be rounded up again.
When we are having our senses bombarded by influencers we are being nudged to be biased for or against brands and products, as though they have greater value than things that are not hot topics. While virtual reality was hot, it paid to release a product for that space at that time when it was on everybody’s minds. Likewise, with Bitcoin, for a couple of years, it was the word everyone knew, and just as quickly, it has moved out of favor and lost its shine. Marijuana is the current buzz that is only gaining credibility and drawing everyone in.
These implications are mind-boggling to me because this implies that if I stop paying attention to politics, my bias for seeing them through my filter of panic will subside. Worse is the suggestion in the back of my mind that I either choose to go along with every new trend that comes along so I remain socially relevant and in the now, or I risk not knowing what is important to the flavor of the day social group I happen to be encountering at any given moment. Mind you, I’ve long been aware that moving with the trends meant walking with the in-crowd, which was anathema with my existence, but there was a time when we were more human in a common cultural sense than the nomadic trend whores we are becoming.
So if I’m interested in my own education, travel, and complexity, pastimes of someone with an inordinate amount of free time and latitude to explore the more refined arts, then I’m probably out of sync with the masses who prefer television, absurdity, tragedy, and hedonism a.ka. the in-crowd.
What was I thinking that led me to believe that the majority of my peers wanted to see their situation improve in life? What they really want is to have enough food and bullets for the apocalypse, enough selfies in the best locations to win at Tinder-wars, to be rich as soon as they flip a few homes or sell their holdings in some hot startup, to be famous for nothing, or healthy without effort all because their bias has been triggered by whatever they are choosing to witness and listen to from among their peers or from the media be it television or the internet.
Why was I thinking that all we were missing was a charismatic leader who could unify our efforts to better ourselves? The old school I grew up in is the most likely answer, and being too aware that for the past 2000 years, we’ve had charismatic people who inspired society, though on occasion brought it to its knees too. Instead, today, we are guided by idiots who need to milk their 15 seconds of fame.
This portends seriously horrid things for the future of humanity as we are on far too many divergent channels, building hostilities towards the things we do not agree with. The tribal ties that bound us together as nations and states are being torn apart by individuals intent on defining their reality by biases ingrained by repetition to affirm and validate one’s own brand. Sanity is for the delusional who want to believe we still live in a society.
How could I not see that the glue that binds has grown brittle and is flaking away?