#metaperception

[vasubandhu]

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[activisthelps]

ask meme for rphs!

eager to please: what is your favorite type of help to do?

an inconvenience: what is the most annoying type of asks to get?

leisure: do you roleplay outside of being a helper?

a ticking clock: how long have you been an rph?

neighborly: who would be the top three on your follow forever list?

expertise: what experiences have you had that would make good guides?

longing: what’s something you’ve always wanted to do as an rph but haven’t yet?

a pretty face: what mascots have you used in the past?

wishful thinking: what do you wish for the future of the rpc?

consideration: how much time do you dedicate to helping?

charitably: what makes you feel the most appreciated as an rph?

a craving: what is a resource you want to see made?

new ideas: what’s a trend you would like to see happen in the rpc?

an understanding: what’s the meaning being your url?

receptive: are you open to plotting and writing with mutuals and followers?

the tea: are you involved in an rpc drama?

obscurity: what faceclaims do you want to see resources for that have none?

vexation: what do you wish you’d see less of in the tags?

delight: what do you wish you’d see more of in the tags?

independence: are you in any other communities on tumblr?

secret admiring: who is someone you’ve always wanted to approach but haven’t?

extracurriculars: are you part of an rps at the moment?

blemishes: what’s one change you’d eventually like to make on your blog?

yearning: what do you wish you’d get more asks about?

perspective: do you have any ideas for a new type of help the rph community should do?

underappreciated: what resource of yours do you wish had more notes?

behind the scenes: how many asks do you have in your inbox right now?

unconditional: what do you love about being an rph?

prospective: do you see yourself still being an rph by the end of the year?

metaperception: what do you think your reputation is in the rpc?

drawbacks: what do you hate about being an rph?

look forward: what’s a project you are working on right now?

reminisce: what is your most cherished memory of being an rph?

one of a kind: what about your help is unique from others’ help?

open book: ask me anything you’ve always wanted to know!!

[reedrph]

the tea, metaperception:

Ask memes for RPHs

The Tea: are you involved in an rpc drama?

None that I’m aware of, I mean last week after posting my guide on copyright there was someone having a fuss and sending things to RPT blogs. But that just  sounded more like someone being  salty for being called out on their actions.

Metaperception: what do you think your reputation is in the rpc?

MZCBNBCNZ I have nooooo clue, I’ve been told in the past by a few people that I seem intimidating.  But I’m more anxious and quiet than anything.

[winterhelps]

metaperception, drawbacks, look forward, and reminisce !

ask meme for rphs

metaperception: what do you think your reputation is in the rpc?

i have absolutely no clue! i have this blog for 19 months and i've never received any hate, so i believe people like me????? i don't know

drawbacks: what do you hate about being an rph?

i hate that some people think we have to do everything they asked. we are not obligated of anything, actually. and real life sometimes suck, so it's not cool that they think we owe them something. this never happened to me, but i saw so many rude asks demanding things and omg this annoys me so much

look forward: what’s a project you are working on right now?

i wish i had any solid project going on but i'm out of muse lately :((( i wanna make more gif icon packs, though (i started some gif icons of gabriella wilde but i gave up on them after 15 gif icons, congrats to me)

reminisce: what is your most cherished memory of being an rph?

it's not an exact moment, but when i realized my tumblr was getting big. i use winter as my nicknames in rps, so it's amazing when someone goes to my chat for us to plot and suddenly asks if i'm winter from winterhelps JDSHJFUSFJU

[creativeprocesssophielindsay]

PHOTOSHOP/ FAMILY

Metaperceptions: How do you see yourself? (article)

The results are strange; they don’t look 100% like me, but they definitely have similarities to the way I look. Through my life I have been frequently told that I look like my dad, which I can see how they think that, but now that I have grown more I feel like I look a lot more like my mum. I know for certain that I have my mum's eye shape with my dad's hooded lids. I have my mum's thin, long nose, her thick bottom lip and my dad’s thin top lip. I have my mum’s top row of tall teeth and my dad’s bottom set of crooked teeth. I got my blonde hair colour from my dad and the wavy texture from my mum. 

The pictures I used are not the best quality, but they are what I have at hand, I know I could source better quality photos if I were working at home. I really like the outcomes. They play strongly on the uncanny through the strange feeling you get from viewing them. These works also relate to the mirror stage as I am working with another form of reflection, this being working with people that reflect something of me.

[aliciaadamson]

Design planning

Originally I wanted to have the definition of metaperception scribed across one of the interior walls of the shipping container. I later changed my idea as I want to have all interior walls of the shipping container covered in mirrors to make it much more immersive for the audience, I willnow have the description listed on the outside of the box along with the instructions. By having the description of metaperception/perception it means that the theme behind this performance is a lot more clear rather than it solely being a ‘fun’ interactive installation. 

[retrovexyvex]

Down To Earth Sociology 135-146 Goffman, The Presentation of the Self in Everyday Life

Entry #14

09/23/19

Understanding the framework of human interactions can be quite difficult to understand, especially the different perspectives that is within every individual. In Down To Earth Sociology pages 135 through 146, Erving Goffman analysis gives us an insight into the human behaviors of others within their daily lives. As Goffman analyzed his findings, he notices that many sources of information can be easily accessed from within a social setting.

For example, an expression between an individual shows the type of person who they are. This insight gives a deeper meaning on society because we mask ourselves from our true natures and try to be different from who we are inside. Secondly, the two expressions that are given and given off needs to be examined further as an individual's effort into conveying something can be misinterpreted wholeheartedly. However, we allow ourselves to manipulate our behaviors into doing something that we don't do often.

Connecting this to my own personal experiences and the outside experience of the world, this really is a true belief, especially within myself. As an individual who interacts with others within a daily basis, I mask myself from being who I am within the public, mainly because society itself has portrayed me into having more proper etiquette if I’m talking to other’s. Within the world of different races and cultures I had to understand that in order to have that expressed way towards other’s I had to give up in being myself for the sake of the other’s pleasure.

The outside experience also has it’s beliefs within the frameworks of human interactions because society deems it to be important, especially when thought at a young age. Even when you analyze your surroundings you see other’s emotions portrayed differently within the public eye and it’s really important to acknowledge that when you notice the interactions of other’s from a day to day basis.

[thalsrph]

charitably, obscurity, yearning, metaperception love u happy new year!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU TOO !!!! ily <3

ask meme for rphs 

charitably: what makes you feel the most appreciated as an rph?

when people actually request something lmao 

obscurity: what faceclaims do you want to see resources for that have none?

amir khoury pretty please c: it’s been soooo long since I have found a male fc that I actually want to use and now I found one and he has no resources -cries- 

yearning: what do you wish you’d get more asks about?

fc help !!! I love to find alternative face claims to the popular and overused ones!!

metaperception: what do you think your reputation is in the rpc?

probs that whiny bitchhhhhhh that has no clue what’s going on yikEs

[its-ashley-95baybe]

KBalls and crew: Google these: Perception vs metaperception. Cultural introspection. Socially acceptable behaviors and their evolution. Try to lose the culture bias, and realize my stance would be the same for anyone making the RUSS comment. My comments would be the same regardless if it was JJ or anyone else making the comment. But I shouldn't have wasted time trying to use facts to educate those who don't want to learn, but only want to judge. JUDGE AWAY while I sip my UKR Vodka!,

[jillmckenzie1]

How I Got Out of My Toxic Relationship

It’s 2:01am. And, I want to go to sleep. Truly, I do. But, my mind is mulling over the current state of affairs in the Supreme Court nominations. I spent the better part of this afternoon really listening to the testimonies of both Christine Blasey Ford and Brett Kavanaugh.

But, let me be clear, this post has nothing to do with politics.

No, this story is about a 34-year-old female who is finding herself inside a conversation that is questioning whether or not women are truthful when it comes to explicating their experiences. And, be it good or bad, I am now finding a way to attach conscious thoughts to emotions that I felt two, five, ten years ago. Because, what is resonating with me so clearly right now is the word “embarrassed.” Women have chosen silence for fear of not being taken seriously, for fear of being wrong, for fear of saying something that the world may perceive as being different than what is actually true.

So, at 2:01am (make it 2:04am), I’m being smacked in the face by two distinct realizations.

One. We, as humans, love to create stories around how, we think, other people are receiving our humanness. These metaperceptions are generally tainted by our own view of ourselves and our inept ability to reason that no two people in this world think exactly the same way; therefore, our claim that “most people” will feel a certain way about our actions is not founded in any truth. And, worst of all, it silences us from sharing the most authentic version of ourselves and chasing our happiest state of existence because we decide the outcome of a choice before giving ourselves an

opportunity to actually experience it.

Two. There is a deep running understanding in our society that men’s overall treatment of women is poor, but silently accepted. My evidence for this statement is visible in the language that most, if not all, of my male friends use when they speak of having children: “If I ever have a daughter, I’m never letting her leave the house” or “I hope I have a son so that I only have to worry about one male; if I have a daughter, then I have to worry about all males.” Yes, there is a reason for the adage of “daddy’s girl,” but I want to suggest that there is something much deeper happening here, and that depth exists because I spent 99.9% of my current life being completely unphased by such irrational statements. I smiled and I nodded because I, too, would deductively reason the same ideology. Because, gawd, yes, being a woman is really fucking hard sometimes. But, for adults to be able to verbalize that they don’t want to raise girls because they don’t want to carry those girls’ burdens, which are completely centered on how males treat them, is worthy of our analysis and attention. Most importantly, it is worthy of us doing something to change that stigma.

Side note. I have never been a man, so yes, the above comments are jaded by my own bias. And, this is not all to say that women don’t do shitty things. Because, wow, we do some crappy stuff, people. What I’m attempting to do is articulate my experience. I am trying to give a voice to my testimony. Because, for a long time, I willingly bit my tongue. Out of insecurity. Out of fear. I was in constant pursuit of affirmation that what I was experiencing was real. That I was really hurting. That my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. And, if it were true that I was really hurting, then I wanted affirmation that I had a viable reason to hurt. That I wasn’t being soft. Or irrational. Or stupid.

So, I want to unpack a relationship from my life that, for many years, brought me a lot of shame. I want to stand here without reservation to exist only inside of this story long enough to tell it and then also to acknowledge that I was able to walk away from it a far better person for having been there.

Observation Point (Zion National Park)

Let’s begin. If one could earn points in dating, I’m quite convinced I would be in the negatives. I just do not have the genetic makeup or the desire to play the games that, it seems, are characteristic to successful courtship. I operate in two speeds in every facet of my life, and the same is true for people. If I like you, I will love you. If I love you, I will ride or die with you. This ladder is not exclusive to romantic relationships, and I must clarify that I am inclined to have three deep relationships in my life than to have 30 acquaintances. If given a choice, I’ll take depth over breadth. On the flipside, if I don’t like you, I will waste no time with you. Literally. Zero time. So, I repeat, I suck at dating. I fall hard. Or, I peace out quickly. And, a year ago, I would have felt a need to apologize for that. But, I have learned that an apology is altogether unnecessary. I am allowed to be this way because this way is not wrong. The other way is not right. I must simply be conscious of this quality and recognize where I am open to get hurt myself and to hurt other people.

I wish I had gleaned this awareness much earlier on in life, but I suppose this is the joy of aging. If you follow me on Instagram, then you know that I talk a lot about having been in a toxic marriage. I also talk a lot about being out of a toxic marriage. While the vulnerability piece does not intimidate me, I often find it hard to shed light on the actions. For a long time, I struggled to use words like “domestic violence” because I had convinced myself that I needed two black eyes in order to bear this cross.

I am here to tell you that you do not, in fact, have to suffer from any type of physical abuse to be a victim in your relationship. In fact, I recall many nights where I begged for a swift right hook to the face if only to make the verbal abuse end.

And, at this point, we should probably go back to the beginning. When he and I played on the same co-ed indoor soccer team, and we’d all go drink beers after our games, and he’d always offer to be my chauffer. I wasn’t in a place in my life to have a serious relationship. Without turning this into a 5000-word diatribe, I will admit that I had recently been divorced. Yes, I got married when I was freshly 21-years-old to a guy in the military who convinced me that it would be a financially smart decision (don’t do this, ladies). Our hot mess college relationship translated into a hot mess marriage, and we were divorced within the year. In all sincerity, it feels like so many lives ago that I barely even recognize it as being a part of my story, but I also know that we were incredibly immature and lacked nearly every possible tool to “make it” (as they say).

For clarification, this guy will not be referenced further, and any mention of my ex-husband will be directly related to soccer guy from the beginning of the previous paragraph.

Said soccer player was also not in a position for a relationship. He was living in Colorado for work with every intention of one day moving back to Ohio to be near his family. So, I moved to Portland for a job, and six months later he moved back to Louisville for work. I didn’t think we’d speak again (for the record, these are always the famous last words).

We didn’t speak. For about six months. But, he slowly crept back into my inbox (I’m going to age myself and point out that “sliding into the DMs” was not yet a thing). At the end of the school year (hashtag, teacher life) I moved to Kentucky. He immediately prefaced my move with the statement, “I can’t call you my girlfriend.” Perfect. Great. We’ve just been talking every day for the last six months. That makes sense. His inability to commit all along should have been the only red flag that I ever needed, but my damn diehard personality (coupled with my 20-something naiveté) would not let it go.

So, this dance continued for over two years in the Bluegrass State. I became super close with his family, and we honored the fact that they were very religious and did not believe that living together was socially acceptable. We hung out every night, but there were times when I wouldn’t stay with him, and while I believed at that point that he partied a little too hard for his own good, I wrote it off to the fact that he grew up in a strict household and never drank until he was 21-years-old.

It’s a phase, I said. It will pass, I said.

When we got married, I was really exposed to another side of him that I had only glimpsed in our dating life. And, before I even fast forward to this whole marriage status, I want to point out that I clearly felt in my heart that I was making the wrong choice the day that I walked down the aisle. Yes. Nothing sat well with me in the months leading up to this spectacle. But, I had already said yes, and the invitations were sent, and people had RSVP’d, and then, fuck, they were all sitting right there waiting for some grandiose entrance from yours truly. I didn’t want to let anyone down.

Hear that. At the cost of my own life, I created a story of what people would think about me if I backed out on such a commitment, so I followed through because I assumed that the story that they created would paint me in a negative light.

As imagined, it was never what I wanted or needed it to be. We immediately started going to counseling. Our therapist fired him because she said he had a drinking problem that she was not expertly trained to handle. He chastised me for continuing to go see someone who was dumber than him. I went to Al-Anon. I worked the twelve steps. I found a mentor. I begged him to get help.

And, again, I struggled with defining a word that carried so much weight: alcoholism. He was successful. He was well-liked. He didn’t wake up slinging booze from the side of his bedstand.

No. It was a silent fall. It was the seventh shot of Fireball at 1:37am, already eight beers deep, where his eyes would glaze over, and I would quietly hug myself on the walk home in fear of saying just one wrong thing. Because, I had learned that to fight this beast in its natural element was nothing short of a recipe for pure terror. I stopped feeling. I stopped going out altogether. I stopped drinking. Because, how can you beg someone to stop doing something that you are, in fact, doing yourself? Most importantly, I needed control of my every breathe. There was not a single moment that I could lapse on my judgment.

Because, when I lapsed, when I lost my patience or wisdom or sanity, I would unfurl every ounce of pain that was hiding under my skin. I would scream and cry out for every city street that I had ever walked home alone: Nashville, Louisville, San Diego, Cabo San Lucas, Chicago, Nasau, Denver. I can’t recall a single city we visited together that doesn’t also have a story about my 3:00am lost and lonely trek back to a hotel that I managed to find through only a decent sense of direction. And, the screaming and the crying that would seep from my pores would be met with the hatred as deep as the Devil.

Like that one night in December. After the Justin Timberlake concert. When he, at first, wouldn’t let me up the stairs to go to bed. I was actually so scared that I ran into the guest room on the first floor and hid under the flimsy covers of the bed, hugging the dog for dear life as if she could transport me anywhere but there. Unfortunately, despite childhood dreams, covers do not make one invisible. So, he came in screaming, violently pointing his finger over top of me in between my beady eyes. And, I knew I couldn’t cry. Because, I needed every ounce of my own strength to prevent a complete downward spiral into my own oblivion. And, I ran up the stairs, hoping to lock myself in our room (a tactic that I knew would fail) as he forced me into the laundry room. He stared at me with his hollow soul and silently begged for me to cower in the corner. I did not. I pleaded for him to hit me, to give physical pain to the words that were cutting into any ounce of dignity that still existed inside of me. Instead, he slid his hands around my throat. He locked my neck inside of his fingers and pressed me firmly against the wall. He reminded me of all the money that he had made, money that didn’t belong to me, while I pathetically lived in the house that only he could afford. Yes, he reminded me. And, I flung my fists with every attempt to kill until he finally let me go. The next morning, he’d apologize. Like he always did. And, I’d remember that I’m poor. And, I’d be embarrassed that I was weak. And, I’d teach myself not to feel. I’d teach myself to be invisible.

I finally stopped going out altogether. I became a recluse. I lived out the daily façade of having my life put together in my perfect neighborhood. Meanwhile, I was dead. And, for six months (that I know of), he was having an affair with a woman who worked under him. Ironically, I learned about this relationship after leaving him, which oddly brings me a small sense of joy.

I left him because of me, not him.

I looked back on my life in a single moment with him and realized that we had done nothing to grow for 365 days. We weren’t becoming better together, which translated into us not becoming better individuals. I couldn’t sit with that. I finally stopped listening to the voice that told me everyone would judge me so critically for being divorced. I knew that my fear of turning 50 and waking up to someone who caused me so much internal pain, coupled with the fact that I refused to procreate with such an individual and yet I wanted kids, meant making the harder choice between two hard choices.

In all sincerity, I often ask myself, how the hell did I get out of that mess? I’ve come to see this moment of my life a lot like a car accident. It is paradoxically fast and slow. And, I am overwhelmed by people who seek me out for guidance in this stage of life, married or not. I’ve come to believe that getting out of a toxic relationship is as gradual of a process as getting into one. And, I’m awake at what is now 2:58am, because my story matters. Christine Blasey Ford’s story matters. Your story matters. Because, it’s not okay. It was never okay.

I’ve spent over two years reintroducing myself to myself. Yes, reintroducing myself to myself. Because I wanted to be alive. I tried new things, things that I had expressed interest in but didn’t ring true when I was in the relationship, things that I ignored because he made me think that I wasn’t “that kind of person.”

I leaned on my friends and family. I learned to not make up people’s stories for them. Often times, when we are in toxic relationships, the closest people to us are fully aware of our circumstance. And, we will frequently verbalize that we need to leave or that we’re going to leave. But, we do not. Because, staying is easy. Even when it’s hard. Leaving is fucking hard. Even when it seems easy. So, if you’ve tried to leave this person before and you’ve gone back, the trust with your support system may be weak. I have learned to never underestimate your vulnerability. If you show people you want help (even if it is again), you might be surprised.

As expected, I took trips alone. Even when it was scary. Because I really knew that the only way I would be ready for another relationship would be if I were comfortable with myself first. And I had allowed that relationship to make me a version of myself that I never wanted to become again: insecure, fragile, angry.

Humphreys Peak (Flagstaff, Arizona)

Finally, I had to completely remove him from my life to move forward. Alcoholism is deadly. The person has to want to help him or herself. If not, there is no hope for better. It took me going through hell to really resonate with the fact that I was not responsible for him. If you are here, please hear me, I promise there is a great life waiting for you on the other side.

People sometimes ask me how I do it again. How I put myself out there. I want to get defensive about this statement

because I am extremely hypercritical of myself for being a divorcee, but I am open to the idea that they are actually softening their hearts to the fact that they think I am brave for trying again. Usually, they have also been hurt, and they have not been able to open their hearts in such a way that I feel is right for me in order to have the life that I want to have. I don’t think I’m brave. I think I just opened my eyes. I think I just committed to a life of never settling. And, I will always stay opportunistic to the idea that my match exists somewhere inside this crazy planet called Earth. If that means exposing myself to heartbreak, I’ll take feeling everything over and over again than a life of feeling nothing at all.

from Blog https://ondenver.com/how-i-got-out-of-my-toxic-relationship/

[creativeprocesssophielindsay]

METAPERCEPTIONS: HOW DO YOU SEE YOURSELF?

(Article and text discussed is on my Tumblr)

The article discusses how as a child we will act the way our mother cared for us with peers. If someone had a neglectful mother, the child will act resentful to push others away, if the child had a caring mother the child will have an easier time engaging with peers. Further through the article it discusses how as adults we seek similarities in others of which we hold ourselves, which I find very interesting. During this period of my life I find I am identifying things about myself that I see in my mum and dad, even things in the people I meet and have no relation to. This article justifies my experience of associating my physical appearance and personality traits with people I know. I have an idea to take images of my mum and dad and place the facial features that we have in common on my face/ the painting to build a portrait of myself to see if it would still look like me, this would work well in relation to the uncanny.

[mika-rd]

Discussion of Online ‘self’

Work discussions with Wing

*look into repercussions of online life - the gaming community, the online experience of teens today as it would be different to my assumptions

How we see ourselves and how we see others

People see themselves differently from how they see others. They are immersed in their own sensations, emotions, and cognitions at the same time that their experience of others is dominated by what can be observed externally. This basic asymmetry has broad consequences. It leads people to judge themselves and their own behavior differently from how they judge others and those others' behavior. Often, those differences produce disagreement and conflict. Understanding the psychological basis of those differences may help mitigate some of their negative effects.

three: Metaperceptions: How Do You See Yourself?

four: How Others See Us, How We See Ourselves

[aliciaadamson]

Refining my theme:

I have refined my idea further from last week's idea. Instead of having a room full of circus mirrors (mirrors that distort the reflection) I have decided to make it more interactive, I want to install mirrors that are affected by touch. At first the mirrors will show a clear reflection although once touched the mirror will ripple and distort, showing a distorted reflection of those who touch it. The idea that the audience member touching the mirror has the control of what they are seeing, this expresses the idea of metaperception. When the mirror is not being touched the mirror remains flat showing a normal reflection which reveals that this is how the person is typically seen, when it distorts from touch it shows that the distorted way you see yourself is your own doing.

[richardsoal2]

insightful article. And I do find self-awareness to be a double edged sword quite frequently-trying to find a balance.

[creativeprocesssophielindsay]

METAPERCEPTIONS: HOW DO YOU SEE YOURSELF?

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/articles/200505/metaperceptions-how-do-you-see-yourself

“ Your ideas about what others think of you hinge on your self-concept—your own beliefs about who you are. "You filter the cues that you get from others through your self-concept," explains Mark Leary, professor of psychology at Wake Forest University in Winston-Salem, North Carolina.”

“Our self-concept is fundamentally shaped by one person in particular: Mama. How our mother (or primary caregiver) responded to our first cries and gestures heavily influences how we expect to be seen by others. "Children behave in ways that perpetuate what they have experienced," says Martha Farrell Erickson, senior fellow with the Children, Youth and Family Consortium at the University of Minnesota. "A child who had an unresponsive mother will act obnoxious or withdrawn so that people will want to keep their distance. Those with consistently responsive mothers are confident and connect well with their peers."As an infant scans his mother's face he absorbs clues to who he is; as adults we continue to search for our reflections in others' eyes. While the parent-child bond is not necessarily destiny, it does take quite a bit to alter self-concepts forged in childhood, whether good or bad. People rely on others' impressions to nurture their views about themselves, says William Swann, professor of psychology at the University of Texas, Austin. His research shows that people with negative self-concepts goad others to evaluate them harshly, especially if they suspect the person likes them—they would rather be right than be admired.”

[aliciaadamson]

Idea planning 

I have began refining my idea more and have decided that I primarily want to focus on the theme of perception. I began looking into Olafur Elissons ‘kaleidoscope’ piece and how using multiple mirrors can create a distorted effect, I also looked at the idea of circus mirror’s that distort the body. The idea behind these mirror’s are interesting although I wouldn’t want the humour that comes from these mirrors to be part of my performance. I also want to explore the idea of potentially using VR to in my performance. For example an audience member may put a set of VR googles on which would show them imagery of themselves in a distorted way to represent the idea of metaperception.