Skip to main content

Character

What would you do if you had a baby who would not stop crying, even though you were sure the baby was not hungry, sick, or needing a diaper change? How would you respond?

How you respond to this may depend on your culture. In Navajo Indian tribes, for example, the normal response was to take the child away from social contact. It would be taken outside the single-room home they lived in and placed in a safe, quiet place until the baby stopped crying. When it did, it would be taken back inside to join its family. It was found that babies raised like this were often very quiet (not necessarily the cause), since they apparently learned that making noise meant being taken from social contact. Contrast this with many U.S. families who might often comfort the child by holding it. This may teach the child that crying results in social contact. This isn’t to say one way is better than the other, but both are examples of what is called “socialization,” or the process we go through to learn and live in our culture (it’s how boys learn how to be boys and girls learn how to be girls, for example).

It also shows that each culture is different. To further illustrate, there is a gentle tribe called the Semai in Malaysia who avoids violence and violent people. Contrast this with the Yanomamo Indians bordering Venezuela and Brazil. This tribe raises their boys to be aggressive and tough. Yanomamo men welcome (even seek out) strong emotion and violence. The people of each tribe are socialized differently, and so the individuals in each tribe may have very different characters.

My role here, in fact, is to highlight this idea of character. We become who we are as people because of the genes we inherited from our parents, and from what we see others doing in our family and society (of course, our belief systems influence our behavior as well). While the process of this development may be complicated, I think there is definite purpose in understanding why we are the way we are. If nothing else, we can at least tell ourselves that we're crazy for a reason.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Pleasure

*Note: In the following post, I am heavily influenced by a pastor named Bob Shirock. Specifically, Shirock writes about Solomon's response to the pleasures he experienced in life in Ecclesiastes, and observes that we can enjoy pleasures in life if we accept them as God's gifts, and if we express our gratitude in their enjoyment. He cites Ecclesiastes 2:24-26 and 1 Timothy 4:1-5. I’ve noticed something about pleasure: the highs can be followed by lows. This sounds obvious, but what I mean is that times of joy and fun in life's pleasures are wonderful, and can lift your spirits for a time, but they can be followed by a disappointment that comes from the realization that they are short-lived and will not satisfy us in the long-term. I’m calling this a pleasure hangover. We gain happiness for a time, but see that this happiness is temporary. We therefore feel a subsequent low that leaves us still longing. It reminds me of a theme in the life of C.S. Lewis: sehnsucht , or a wist...

Ghosts

Exercising at a gym seems to be pretty important in our culture, but it's kind of weird to see the social dynamics when you're there. Usually, if you're running an errand, you see others doing the same thing, going about their days and focusing on what's in front of them. The same thing happens at the gym, only everyone is relatively stationary. They don't really go anywhere, except from one machine or area to another. One might think this lends itself to lots of interaction between members, especially since they're all there for the same purpose, but it isn't true. Not only do people generally avoid talking to one another, but they also avoid even looking at one another. It is as though there is no one else there, even though there are dozens on any given day. Most people follow this unwritten rule, unless something in the environment-- say, two people wanting to use the same set of weights-- gives them common ground to interact, or unless they've alr...

End of an Era

It was over two years ago that I joined an experiment that would last until last July, an experiment that would significantly change me and the eleven others involved. That experiment was the creation of a new church comprised of twelve members whose purpose was to serve the people of downtown Stockton. Most attractive to me about it was that half of our income would be used in some way outside the church, to benefit the local community or to aid in international assistance. In that span of time, we did in fact serve in ways we'd envisioned. One of our first events was a pizza and school supplies giveaway (coupled with games for the kids who came) toward the end of our first summer. Many of those who came seemed genuinely happy at this. Through that year, we also hosted an event called a "card me house party," wherein each person's ticket to the event was a gift card. Once inside, chips could be purchased to play card and other games, with the resulting collection g...