Instinct or Adaptation?

Why are we feeling so alone? Why are we afraid of being lonely?

From the dark ages of history our kinds had found out that living in organised groups insures the survival and so the transmission of genes.
Being part of a group meant not only being protected by enemies but as well to learn and develop new skills in order to insure further on the protection of oneself and of the group. The process is called adaptation. Failing to adapt to the rules of the group you were risking of being outcasted and left without protection of the group. Hence your chances of survival and transmission of genes was decreasing considerably.

In time the relations between humans had developed and became more complex. Beside the adaptation process, that was implying an assimilation mechanism based on learning, other forms of processes that were more subtle were developed and promoted.
These processes were developed at the psychological level of members of a group and were implying more filters for the instinctual feelings of survival of species. Once these psychological barriers or filters were established and developed, a member of a group was less likely to cause death to another member of a group in situations that in the past would have led to this.

It is very likely for laughing to be develop as such barrier. Imagine that a potential conflict situation that might have led to possible fatal injuries would have been simply passed with no violence, if one of the participants or observers at the conflict might have started laughing at the ridiculous situation.
In time these psychological barriers had been translated in a code of morals and it had been transmitted and developed from generation to generation.

Hence larger groups generated in communities, and then in other higher forms of social structures. Moral codes, hierarchies, politeness manners, traditions, customs and so on constituted, and still are, the base of our present societies.

Why are we feeling alone? Because we are alone. By the natural development of our societies we succeeded developing a system in which members of our societies can develop and grow up so that to depend less on others. In our present societies we want and we strive for each of us to reach one’s potential. We want to give the chance to each one of us to develop and discover oneself.

Groups of people are generating uniformisation, the opposite of this is individualisation (see also C.G. Jung)

Of course my explanation is weak to the feelings any of us is trying. The need for care, love, attention, protection, between different individuals are passing beyond dry anthropological explanations.

INDIVIDUALISATION is the prime effect of our development.

I am afraid of being alone. And still we are ultimately alone.

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For weeks I’ve been trying to find a subject worth adding on my blog pages. There are many things that are happening daily to me but I don’t consider them special.

Brief description of past weeks:
At work:
got a new project that I am fully responsible for;
have to travel for it to the Northern part of country for about 700km, or in time, about 12 hours by train;
the project is small but good to start with for a Junior Project Manager;
the least desirable part is the meeting with the beneficiary and the designers.

Beside work:
I started going to gym and as well started the weight training;
Jogging in park in the morning;
Eating healthy food, no more unsaturated fats or micro-waved dinners;
Looking for a flat to rent but I can’t find;
Buying books and cd-s– now that I can afford.

Saving time, saving energy, saving money, saving time, time, time.. It is funny how in this century, everything is meant or directed to save your time, your money, your energy, your life…And still you realise, on the way back home, after over-hours at work, that none of this is actually working in day to day life.

Spicing up my life a couple of minutes ago I jumped the fence at the museum, like I used to when I was a kid, and took some snap-shoots. I will miss this place. The museum used to be our playground, mine and the rest of the kids on the street. Playing hide and seek, cops and robbers, and other kids’ games we made the museum part of us.

Later on the museum was the place for adventures. In the basement, was the hidden treasure of Vlad Dracul. We were looking for clues just like Carter had done when he discovered the tomb of Tutankhamen. Some nails left on the threshold of a door were secret keys that led to the treasure. We were using wax candles stolen from the church to enter in the basement. Dust and spider webs were contributing to the mystery that we will solve out. What we used to be most frightened was the so called bathroom; this was at the basement in the SW corner of the palace. It had two windows in the thick brick walls so you could easily see what was inside.
We imagined that Vlad Dracul was bathing himself in blood from his enemies and so this place was cursed and we could nor enter this room nor get near.

We had to forget of courses and treasures when the guardian had seen us and was chasing us out. Nea’ Dragnea was a peasant hired to guard the museum, he was chasing us with a garden pitchfork … we were scared of him. But we could easily escape because we knew better than anyone the museum; we knew all the shortcuts, all the hiding places and exits of the museum.

Time is passing away; it might be the last photos I will be taking from here. They are made at the sunset, just as the time spent here that is soon to end.