𝑰𝒔 𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈?
I was riding the bus one night, sitting near the window as the city lights passed by in soft blurs. This ride had become a routine for me, especially when I travel home. The same route, the same hum of the engine, the same quiet that settles once everyone has found their seat. When my phone buzzed, I spoke softly and kept my bag close, following habits that felt natural in that space, even though no one ever told me to do so.
Somewhere along the ride, I started paying attention. I noticed how quickly I adjusted the moment I stepped inside the bus—how I became quieter, more careful, more aware of the people around me. I learned that behavior doesn’t always come from deliberate choice; sometimes it comes from the situation itself. Nothing told me to change, yet the situation quietly influenced how I acted.
As the night went on, I realized how powerful unspoken rules can be. Everyone seemed to understand the same things without saying a word—where to sit, when to move, how much space to take, when to stay silent. I followed those rules easily, almost automatically. From that moment, I learned that social norms don’t need to be explained to be followed, they exist quietly, and we absorb them without noticing.
Watching the reflections of streetlights flicker against the window, it became clear to me that psychology isn’t distant or abstract. It isn’t locked away in textbooks or theories. It lives here—in ordinary night rides, shared silences, and routines we repeat so often they stop feeling significant. I learned that social psychology is happening all the time, even when nothing feels important.
At the same time, the ride made me curious. I found myself wanting to learn whether being aware of these influences gives me more control over my actions, or if awareness simply makes me more conscious of how much I’m already shaped by my surroundings. I also want to understand why some people blend into situations like this so easily, while others seem less affected by the same environment.
When I finally arrived at my destination, I stood up from my seat and moved into the aisle, quietly saying that I would get off at the stopover. The bus slowed, the doors opened, and I stepped down into the night. As soon as I was off and the bus began to move again, continuing its route without me, something settled in my mind.
Throughout the ride, I had moved when it felt right to move and followed rules no one ever explained. Nothing forced me, yet everything guided me. Watching the bus disappear down the road, one question stayed with me—
am I really choosing how I act,
or have I just learned when and how I’m supposed to behave?
