I need the ideas from Get Over Yourself by Bryan Caplan to repeat over and over again to calibrate my huntogather-mamallian-reptilian brain. So I remixed it in a form of a prayer.
I live in an evolutionarily novel, anonymous society Where most people's opinions of me, whether good or ill, are irrelevant. As long as I satisfy key individuals in my immediate social network I will do fine.
The majority of the "hundreds of classmates" who seemed to dislike me probably are barely aware I am alive. I'd worry far less about what other people thought of me, if I realized how little they think about me at all.
In academia, lecturers who feel they have "nailed" or "bombed" it overestimate the impact on how their audience perceives them. The lows of my performance seems significant to me and tends to be lost on most.
I am distorted by the Spotlight Effect. I often overestimate how a thing, like a bad hair day, is noticed by others. The low of my appearance, seems significant to me, and tends to be lost on most.
In one study, people who chose a weird T-shirts and wore them overestimated the number of observers who took note. The lows of my image, seems significant to me, and tends to be lost on most.
I am encoded to believe the social spotlight shines more brightly on me than it truly does. I overestimate my social visibility, But in truth, I am free to be.
Alternative last line:
But in truth, I am unburdened and free.
But in truth, I am free to be, without the weight of others' minds.
But in truth, I am free from the weight of others' thoughts.
I live in an evolutionarily novel, anonymous society, where most people’s opinions of me, whether good or ill, are irrelevant. As long as I satisfy key individuals in my immediate social network, I will do fine.
The vast majority of the “hundreds of classmates” who seemed to dislike me probably are barely aware I am alive. I’d worry far less about what other people thought about us if I realized how little they think about me at all.
I am distorted by the Spotlight Effect. It often overestimate how much my appearance, like a bad hair day, is noticed by others. The variability of my appearance, is significant to me, and tends to be lost on most.
In academia, the perception of lecturers who feel they have "nailed" or "bombed" a performance is often not echoed by their audience. The variability of my performance seems significant to me, and tends to be lost on most.
Participants who wear weird T-shirts of their own choosing overestimated the number of observers who took note. The variability of my image seems significant to me, and tends to be lost on most.
I am distorted to believe the social spotlight shines more brightly on me than it truly does. I overestimate my social visibility.
This is prayer was created by mixing Get Over Yourself by Bryan Caplan
Grant me the humility to see that I overestimate my presence in the eyes of others. I dwell in a world unfamiliar to our ancestors, a place where anonymity prevails, and the thoughts of many, whether in favor or not, bear little on my journey.
I overestimate my social visibility. I live in an evolutionarily novel, anonymous society, where most people’s opinions of me, whether good or ill, are irrelevant.
As long as I satisfy key individuals in my immediate social network, I will do fine.
The vast majority of the “hundreds of classmates” who seemed to dislike me probably are barely aware I am alive.
I will often overestimate how much of my appearance, is noticed by others. This is the The Spotlight Effect. It is the widespread fear of having a bad hair day. It seems significant to me and tends to be lost on most.
In academia, the perception of lecturers who feel they have "nailed" or "bombed" a performance is often not echoed by their audience. The variability of my performance seems significant to me and tends to be lost on most.
Participants asked to wear embarrassing T-shirts bearing the images of figures of their own choosing from pop culture overestimated the number of observers who took note. The variability of my image seems significant to me and tends to be lost on most.
I overestimate my social visibility. I seem to believe the social spotlight shines more brightly than it truly does. I will worry far less about what other people thought about me when I realize how little they think about me at all.
In this big, changing world where few really know me, I see now that most thoughts about me, good or bad, Don’t matter much. What’s important is pleasing a few close ones, And I’ll be okay.
So many I thought didn’t like me, probably don’t even know I’m here. This makes me think of worrying about a bad hair day more than I should. I often think everyone notices everything about me, But really, they hardly do.
When teachers think they did great or not so great, Their students might not even see it the same way. I worry too much about what I do right or wrong, But most people don’t notice that much.
Even when people wear something silly on purpose, They think everyone will see, but many don’t. I worry too much about what others think of how I look, But really, I’m not noticed as much as I think.
I hope to remember that I’m not as watched as I feel, And not worry so much about what others think. Because when I realize they hardly think of me at all, I can feel more free and focus on what really matters.
In this big, changing world where few really know me, I see now that most thoughts about me, good or bad, Don’t matter much. What’s important is pleasing a few close ones, And I’ll be okay.
So many I thought didn’t like me, probably don’t even know I’m here. This makes me think of worrying about a bad hair day more than I should. I often think everyone notices everything about me, But really, they hardly do.
When teachers think they did great or not so great, Their students might not even see it the same way. I worry too much about what I do right or wrong, But most people don’t notice that much.
Even when people wear something silly on purpose, They think everyone will see, but many don’t. I worry too much about what others think of how I look, But really, I’m not noticed as much as I think.
I hope to remember that I’m not as watched as I feel, And not worry so much about what others think. Because when I realize they hardly think of me at all, I can feel more free and focus on what really matters.
V1
I live in an evolutionarily novel anonymous society, so most people’s opinions of me – good or ill – are inert.
As long as I please key actors in my immediate social network, I will do fine. Similarly as Tyler Cowen’s pro-Caplan stance has changed Caplan’s life far more than the negative opinions of hundreds of his classmates.
“We’d worry far less about what other people thought about us if we realized how little they think about us at all.” The vast majority of the “hundreds of classmates” who seemed to dislike me probably are barely aware I am alive.
Perhaps the best example of this phenomenon is reflected in the widespread fear of having a 'bad hair day.'" We often overestimate how much our appearance, like a bad hair day, is noticed by others. The variability of my appearance, is significant to me, and tends to be lost on most.
In academia, when delivering the same lecture multiple times, lecturers who perceive their performance as either "nailed" or "bombed") find that this perception is not usually shared by their audience.
Similarly, from a T-shirt study, when we will choose to wear an embarrassing T-shirt we will overestimate the number of people who see it the pop culture figures depicted on their shirts.
I underestimate my social invisibility. I seem to believe that the social spotlight shines more brightly on me than it truly does.
V2
I live in an evolutionarily novel, anonymous society, where most people’s opinions of me, whether good or ill, are irrelevant. As long as I satisfy key individuals in my immediate social network, I will do fine.
The vast majority of the “hundreds of classmates” who seemed to dislike me probably are barely aware I am alive. I’d worry far less about what other people thought about us if I realized how little they think about me at all.
Perhaps the best example of this phenomenon is reflected in the widespread fear of having a 'bad hair day. I often overestimate how much my appearance, like a bad hair day, is noticed by others. The variability of my appearance, is significant to me, and tends to be lost on most.
In academia, the perception of lecturers who feel they have "nailed" or "bombed" a performance is often not echoed by their audience. The variability of my performance seems significant to me, and tends to be lost on most.
Participants who were asked to wear T-shirts bearing the images of figures of their own choosing from popular culture likewise overestimated the number of observers who noted the individuals depicted on their shirts. The variability of my image seems significant to me, and tends to be lost on most.
I seem to believe that the social spotlight shines more brightly on me than it truly does. I underestimate my social invisibility. I get over myself.
Get over yourself
I live in an evolutionarily novel, anonymous society, where most people’s opinions of me, whether good or ill, are irrelevant. As long as I satisfy key individuals in my immediate social network, I will do fine.
The vast majority of the “hundreds of classmates” who seemed to dislike me probably are barely aware I am alive.
This is the The Spotlight Effect. It is the widespread fear of having a bad hair day. I will often overestimate how much of my appearance, is noticed by others. It seems significant to me and tends to be lost on most.
In academia, the perception of lecturers who feel they have "nailed" or "bombed" a performance is often not echoed by their audience. The variability of my performance seems significant to me and tends to be lost on most.
Participants asked to wear embarrassing T-shirts bearing the images of figures of their own choosing from pop culture overestimated the number of observers who took note. The variability of my image seems significant to me and tends to be lost on most.
I underestimate my social invisibility. I seem to believe the social spotlight shines more brightly than it truly does. I will worry far less about what other people thought about me when I realize how little they think about me at all.