Something about speaking a foreign language or having a mysterious accent always gives you cool points. I can’t speak for women in other countries, but I think I can speak for a majority of American women, a man (or woman) with a nice South African or Italian accent is immediately more attractive.
I never look forward to those awkward moments when I’m surrounded by friends or family and someone cracks a really inappropriate joke. The responses vary: some chuckle uncomfortably; others pretend they didn’t catch the incongruent punch line and quietly disperse; some confront the now alienated jokester: “You can’t say things like that!”
I tend to prefer a poor joke as opposed to an inappropriate one. At least then a polite laugh is a sufficient response. With a disorder known as Witzelsucht, you may not get that choice. Individuals who develop Witzelsucht pathologically tell poor and inappropriate jokes.
By the age of 25, I had 10 nieces and nephews. As a babysitter and playmate, I have had the pleasure of watching these wonderful children grow up. At times, I have also had the responsibility of keeping them safe. And as any parent, or surrogate guardian knows, they will try almost anything. They are exploring their world—as they should!—but sometimes this seemingly reckless behavior is frightening. Take one serving of endless imagination, a splash of curiosity, and two servings of very little fear, and what do you have? A constant reminder that you need to clone yourself 10 times over to even begin to keep up. After all, they don’t fully understand danger and its consequences.
The good news: most parents have biology on their side, a built-in warning system. Take this classic example: If a child touches a hot stove, he or she will most likely only do it once!
As a temporary New Yorker, I am experiencing firsthand the endless stimuli begging for attention on the streets of this great city. Take an imaginary stroll down the avenue of your choosing. Envision the crosswalks, cars, poles, pets, people, and tourists (yes, people and tourists are different obstacles) that you must dodge to get where you are going. Needless to say, the ability to pay attention is much more than a convenient attribute—it is, in fact, necessary for survival.
In our society, if you struggle to pay attention, we prod you to “focus!” If the problem persists, a doctor may diagnose you with Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD). ADD is far from a doomsday diagnosis, and with appropriate treatment it can be easily managed. But imagine if your inability to pay attention were so pervasive that you couldn’t attend to anything—anything at all—in one-half of your surroundings. This is the case for a small subset of the population suffering from hemispatial neglect, a disabling condition colloquially known as “left neglect.”
Several months ago, my roommate and I were sitting in our kitchen talking about our various relationship issues. After a lengthy discussion, we finally concluded that feelings were just too complicated, and we’d rather be robots.
“But really,” my roommate pointed out, “without love, there would be no, like, books.”
At first this struck me as a pretty bold, sweeping statement, but then I thought, she’s kind of right. Most works of literature (and music, and film, and visual art) that came to my mind are about one form of love or another—love for a partner, or a child, or a place of origin. It’s a cross-cultural universal that can be a source of deep pain or immense joy, and it can dominate your mind.