Since sometimes, in my not so creative moments,I return to my childhood for inspiration on what to write, say or… gesture to people I don’t fancy very much, as I write this I find myself trying my best to put into words a very interesting experience I remember from when I was about 5 or 6 years old.
Back then I was quite an avid fan of The Discovery Channel since at such a young age most boys find themselves severely lacking in the “knowledge about the world” department, but also since Discovery was still running decent shows instead of the god-awful spoofs they run today.
I liked watching documentaries about surreal creatures, technology, different cultures, but most of all I liked those about animals.
One such documentary was about Alaskan wildlife, if I recall the area right, and it depicted the life of penguins as they nested, interacted with other penguins, hunted and ate fish. It was pretty fascinating and I found the small wobbly creatures quite adorable.
However, as most of us know, penguins aren’t exactly at the top of the food chain and soon enough a small pack of sea lions made their way onto the screen and started hunting the penguins.
I sat there and watched in awe and antipathy as the panicked penguins were trying fruitlessly to evade the faster and stronger sea lions, only to be bitten and killed by them.
After the show ended I clearly had a small amount of hate for the seals even if I knew that they were just doing their job.
However, the story doesn’t end here, seeing that, less than a month later I found myself watching a documentary about killer whales and, to my shock, these large mammals were chasing and preying upon sea lions.
Now, considering my antipathy for sea lions, you would expect me to start rooting for the killer whales and in fact, I was expecting myself to do the same, but as the whales became more and more cruel I couldn’t help but notice that my thoughts about the situation didn’t make any sense.
You see, I did hate the sea lions and was hoping to be indifferent to their dismay, but something wasn’t letting me. Something was making me hate the killer whales and like the seals.
I could only think that I was a bit stupid back then, but now, as I look back on the situation it’s pretty interesting how a sort of pattern ingrained in my subconscious made me associate the killing of something cute with cruelty, immorality and sinfulness. After all, a month earlier when the penguins were killing fish I had no problem with it, but when they took the place of fish I became quite alarmed.
Now this is somehow a good thing since we do have a pattern in our collective consciousness helping us identify cruel persons, but it’s for the most part a bad thing as it can work as a treacherous filter.
What I mean is that, the sea lions, which I disliked 100% after the penguin incident, became much more likeable as soon as the whales started trying to bite their heads off, even though, had they survived, their penguin eating days clearly wouldn’t have been over.
Also, seeing that I really had no problem and still don’t have one when it comes to preying on fish I have to admit my shallowness when it comes to favoring creatures and, to make matters even worse, these traits I have just listed are not unique only to me, but, as experience have taught me, general to our species.
To see how this phenomenon affects society, just observe how we rip on people that receive a lot of praise and tend to favor the underdog, especially if someone is trying to put them down while we’re present.
Take for example a situation where a colleague of mine received plenty of praise for a history presentation delivered to the class, while my own was instantly put down.
Course, I was unaware it was happening because he was the underdog in my class while I seemed quite smug in the eyes of my classmates and so became quite bitter and decided to criticize his style really bad right after the judges were done with him.
However, as I was thinking how to do my worst, the judges , more objective than my colleagues, started putting down his presentation in the harshest way possible, almost breaking his spirits, and after they were done with that they started praising my delivery.
Naturally when my colleague asked me if I thought his delivery was as bad as the judges said I tried my best to convince him it wasn’t and started praising it myself. After all, he was now a victim so my attitude about his presentation had changed, even though the structure and delivery were the same.
And I’m sure you can think of examples of your own when yours or someone’s attitude towards a person changes only because they are being put down.
These cases are really frequent which means that in order to win sometimes we must put ourselves in the position of the penguin, or sea lions if you prefer, but without actually getting eaten.
Things get even more complicated when you have to also compete in the “looking more appealing “ race, and you really don’t want to lose this race, cause if you do…you’re the fish.


November 15th, 2011
Alex