Showing posts with label human behavior. Show all posts
Showing posts with label human behavior. Show all posts

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Are You Listening to Me?

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Patricia Goldman, as vice chairperson of the National Transportation Safety Board, used to tell a story about how poorly airline passengers listen. She says that one flight attendant, who was frustrated by passenger inattentiveness during her what-to-do-in-an-emergency talk, changed the wording. This is what she actually said: "When the mask drops down in front of you, place it over your naval and continue to breathe normally." Not a single passenger noticed.

This anecdote doesn't surprise me one bit. Osman, one of my friends who was an English teacher used to test his students. While he was explaining something, he would, using exactly the same tone of dull voice, throw in a random or non sequitur phrase and see anybody was listening. It would sound something like this, "Okay, everybody open your workbooks. Last class, we were talking about past progressive tense. I'm wearing red socks today. Can anybody give me an example of past progressive tense?"

I asked him later, "What did the students say?"

"Nothing, they just kept staring at me," he frowned in disgust. "like cows."

Add chewing gum to most classes and nearly every teacher can appreciate this imagery.

I had this friend, we can all her, Pauline, who had an annoying habit of tuning a person out while they were speaking. She didn't hide or feign attention at all- which is one of the often tiresome precepts of social intercourse. While somebody might be sharing some deep confidence, say the death of a grandparent, she could easily turn to another person and begin speaking about something else. Or, Pauline could get up in the middle of some story and walk away, leaving the person sitting, in the middle of a sentence, open mouthed and confused.

Other times, Pauline would interrupt and take the conversation into a completely different subject. At the best of times, you could see that she was paying absolutely no attention but preparing what she was going to say. Although it was quite amusing to watch this rudeness when it happened to anybody else, I finally became exasperated and pointed her habit out to her.

"Oh, I know I do it. But I don't have to listen. I know what people are going to say."

That isn't so much about paying attention. That is about recognizing certain social conventions and abiding by them. Failing to stay focused, in this case, is probably an excuse for anti-social behavior.

Although I don't believe I am guilty of quite so flagrant violation as that, I have fallen off the wagon as much as any average person. I know my weaknesses. For example, if I am in a public place with a friend, having a heart to heart, I cannot be facing a television. And in Turkey, there are televisions in nearly every public area. It is an impossible situation. I cannot even make convincing eye-contact or at some critical point in the other person's confessional, I can easily be distracted by an fireballed explosion or tantalizing bit of drama.

At one brief period of my life, I had no television. Yeah, imagine that if you can. I somehow survived but there was one very interesting effect. When I would go to my corner bar, I couldn't keep my hungry eyes off the television there in the corner. The colors were so extraordinarily brilliant, Much more than dull, gray reality. It was like taking hallucinogenics. And if, on any particular night at the bar, there had been a stabbing, shooting or violent passionate lovemaking on my table, I would have been a lousy witness. It took every ounce of mental effort merely to keep my mouth completely shut.

Perhaps that is the key to problems with listening and paying attention. In our modern life, with so much hustle and bustle, we are required, at least theoretically, to stay focused more than humans were ever meant to. So, something's got to give.

Additionally, nowadays, there is so much less time for reflection and contemplation. This tiny bit of solitude allows us to carry on a pleasant bit of conversation in our head. To slow down our thoughts to a reasonable and reasoning speed. But in modern days, every second is filled with ideas- much of which is merely noise or advertising- and we are meant to jump from thought to thought at a very unnatural speed. All of this, I suspect, undermines out ability to listen- to stay focused and pay attention. images

Not everything is, of course, worthy of our full attention. Even thirty seconds of it. Perhaps this is why commercials should always be short; by the time we realize that the information being thrust in our ears and eyes is completely unimportant, the advertising is over, having stolen a little of our time with mindless distraction.

And sometimes subjects -or, more precisely, the presentations of certain topics- are just too boring to focus on, especially when we live in a world that is in desperate competition to grab our attention. Like being surrounded by a crowd of shouting, crying, moving, mewing and puking toddlers, we are apt to overlook the obedient, quiet and tender ones.

When I was in university, I had this professor of psychology- a subject that I had loved- and he lectured a class of 250 students in an auditorium. It was, without debate, one of the worst managed classes I have ever encountered. He would show up, (only a few inches tall) at the front of the lecture hall and begin droning on and on, in the same monotone voice about B.F. Skinner and all the other behaviorists. That was the only part I stayed awake in anyway.

Meanwhile, when comparing other professors with my friends after class, I learned that there was actually a professor who had come to class in a mouse costume. A mouse costume? My professor could have been a remote controlled statue for as much as he gestured. By the end of the term, I never wanted to hear the very word "psychology" again. He was an unforgivable anti-educator, as far as I was concerned. Psychology needn't have been boring and any instructor worth his salt should have enough enthusiasm for the material to enliven it, after all. So I suppose, presentation is essential if people are required to pay attention.

Sometimes all of us need help in staying focused. Forcing people to become active listeners is usually the way to go. Isn't that the purpose of rhetorical questions? The ancient speakers understood this, why can't we? WHY? Has advertising hijacked our ability to use rhetorical questions?

Ok, perhaps that is overdoing it a tad, but I did say the "proper"- meaning, careful and judicious use of rhetorical questions. As James Nathan Mille said,"There is no such thing as a worthless conversation, provided you know what to listen for. And questions are the breath of life for a conversation."

Aside from the social aspects of listening, why should it be important to listen? Because buried under all that generally flashy but empty information, there could be a fact, an essential detail, a tidbit of history or a remnant of feeling that could change you way of seeing the world or your own life. There is a Turkish proverb that says "If speaking is silver, then listening is gold."

And here is the best example I can think of. As Amanda Ripley writes in her admirable book, "Thinking the Unthinkable:"

The National Transportation Safety Board has found that passengers who read the safety information card are less likely to get hurt in an emergency. In a plane crash at Pago Pago three years before the Tenerife accident [with 583 fatalities, the crash was the deadliest accident in aviation until September 11, 2001], all but 5 of the 101 passengers died.

All the survivors reported that they has read the safety information and listened to the briefing. They exited over the wing, while other passengers went toward other more dangerous but traditional exits and died.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

The Guy who Wasn’t a Victim

3810247805_fb5c8cc2f7One thing I particularly enjoyed about living in Turkey was that it seemed a lot easier to understand things. It was as if I was able to see patterns and effects that had been partially hidden from my view throughout my life in the USA.

  Here is one of my favorite examples. I can’t recall the details but I believe the events occurred on a trip to Marmaris in the southwest coast of Turkey. We had booked a day cruise along with about 25 other tourists; as it turned out, our fellow passengers were mainly one  very extended British family. They were loud and made references that they  assumed we would somehow understand. I could not make out exactly who was who in this crowd. Whose children are they? Is that the father or the uncle or.. maybe the grandfather? Are those two husband and wife or brother and sister? Blessedly after a few beers, none of it really interested me any longer. Then, they became largely an annoyance and wearisome drone and cackle in my background.

Before lunch, we anchored in one of those crystal clear azure coves and all of us went for a swim. One young woman began making a big drama about not being able to dive off the back of the ship.  She wasn’t afraid of the water, she made it known, it was the diving part. So there she stood at the edge, making sure that everyone’s eyes were fixed on her, lingering and preparing and hesitating and moaning. The whole nine-yards, as they say.

At that moment, one of the crew, Mehmet, a short wiry fellow, decided it would be quite amusing to help things along a bit. I watched him as he moved up behind her, smiling at me in a slow-motion memory. With one mighty heave-ho, he pushed her off into the water. Only he didn’t. The woman managed to cling with superhuman strength by her toes to the edge. She was, as you would be, not amused and turned on the surprised Mehmet with a blaze of fury. She slapped his weak smile off his brown little face, though not very hard.

He turned and stomped off, in abject humiliation while she moaned and squeezed every drop of emotion from the event. The rest of the day was spent drearily telling and re-telling the event, from various perspectives. It was like a child playing with a video camera, backwards and forwards in at differing speeds.

A half hour later, while wandering around the ship, I met up with exiled Mehmet, peeling potatoes with bitter slashes of the knife. He whispered how rude the foreigners were, especially the woman who had slapped him. I nearly felt sorry for him but then I stopped myself.  The sympathetic smile dissolved.

As if a light had burst through the clouds. How many times had I seen this pattern of events? A person makes an error in judgment, some kind of miscalculation of the possible results, and calamity ensues. And somehow, the person at fault has recovered his balance, re-written the event and found incredibly to be the victim.  It is as if people have lost the profound concept of shame.. and without a sense of shame, remorse and reflection  are impossible. Instead of stopping for a moment and considering how our actions might have led us to this point, we now automatically seem to go into a kind of  "defense mode”, perfectly willing to recast the circumstances to match the self-deception we chose to play.

Someone might do all kinds of ill-mannered things to you and if you dare to stop them, they find a way to re-adjust the event to become a victim of your insensitivity and your heartlessness. For example, you are waiting in line for a bus, the bus comes and a man darts past you. You say, “Hold on there, mister.” And the man turns back at you with a astonished and furious glare. Immediately he begins a blustering, blistering tirade about your rudeness.  It can be extremely effective in silencing criticism and confusing any  critics. 

Too bad I wasn't brought up that way because people seem to get away with a lot with this tactic.

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