#psycholgy

[scienceguy22]

The bees that stood on a ball.

Bumblebees were given a problem they had never seen before: a fake flower full of sugar water was placed just out of reach, & the only way to get it was to roll a wooden ball underneath it & stand on the ball like a step stool. Without any training, several bees figured this out on their own—the first time spontaneous insight has ever been shown in an invertebrate. That's an important distinction because the experiment emphasizes no former training, no trial & error, & no stepwise shaping. (That involves breaking down complex tasks into smaller, simpler & more manageable steps). The insight also requires a sudden, internally generated solution (the "Aha" moment), similar to the "Eureka! I have found it."

King Hiero II of Syracuse gave a goldsmith a certain amount of gold to make a crown. When it came back, it weighed the right amount—but the king suspected the goldsmith had pocketed some of the gold & replaced it with less valuable minerals. To test the crown, Archimedes knew about water displacement dependent on the size of a substance (volume), not weight. Archimedes first compared the volume of the crown to the volume of a pure gold lump of the same weight. Immediately, he saw the crown displaced more water, meaning it was less dense & not pure gold. When he realized this, he was so excited that he ran through the streets stark naked, shouting, "Eureka! I have found it!" The bee's realization in the ball-rolling experiment is the same type of Aha! moment, just on a much smaller scale & in a very different brain.

German psychologist Wolfgang Köhler set up a famous experiment more than 100 years ago that changed how scientists understand animal intelligence & the power of insight or spontaneous problem-solving. The bee's remarkable insight is more similar to Wolfgang Köhler's chimp test, where a chimp wants to get a banana hanging too high to reach & is initially perplexed how to reach it. But then he sees boxes lying around, & without being taught, the chimp suddenly realizes that "if I stack the boxes, I can climb up & reach the banana," which he did & finally grabbed the banana. The experiment demonstrated that chimps were capable of insight. Both the chimp & the bee came to the same realization—same structure, same cognitive leap, except one was done by a chimp with a big brain; the other identical reasoning was done by an insect with a brain no bigger than a sesame seed.

Most animals can do problem-solving; insight is a step up because it's an understanding of cause & effect that does not rely on trial & error, copying others, or previous knowledge. Scientists have observed this ability in only a handful of vertebrate species (not invertebrates like bees), such as great apes, elephants & some birds (ravens & crows) & parrots. There is ongoing scientific debate over whether even more species—invertebrates such as octopuses & certain spiders—should also join the ranks of the spontaneous problem solvers, but until we have controlled conditions that challenge those species with the same paradigm, we won't know for sure. The bee result suggests that a tiny insect brain can support surprisingly flexible behavior. Bees do not normally move objects around to make platforms; this is not natural bee behavior. But the experiment shows that they can remember a hidden goal location & manipulate an object in relation to that goal.

In the 1st experiment, researchers built a circular arena about 4 in (10 cm) in diameter & 1.3 in (3.2 cm) tall, in which bees could walk but not fly. In the center, the team placed an artificial blue flower containing a sugary solution that was above their reach. They introduced a small wooden ball roughly 0.5-0.7 in (1.2-1.8 cm) that was light enough to push. Bees attempted to reach the flower but failed repeatedly. That's when the bee equivalent of Archimedes hit upon a brilliant idea. Use the ball as a ladder to get to the treat. The other bees then followed the innovator to get the sugar water on the fake flower. This shows us they have reasoning, they can innovate, & they can generalize (once they solve it once, they solve it faster the next time). Other clever insects include ants (navigation, using the Moon & celestial clues & path integration); honey bees (symbolic communication involving the waggle dance, which tells other bees where to go to forage); & jumping spiders that plan detours & have a visual working memory. However, spontaneous insight—the "Aha!" moment—has only been seen in bumblebees thus far.

[misterlemonzmen]

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[lifenconcepts]

If you’re not cool with violence in metaphors and poetic expressions of my inner self then you litterally don’t deserve me. If you don’t let me bite you while dreamily reminiscing about cannibalism then you don’t love me. To want the viscera of another out on display is as vulnerable and gentle of a desire as nudity, and just as consent is important in one, it is important in the other. Tear yourself open for me so I can allow my eyes to rest on what makes you up, allow my touch to send electricity through your nervous system unlike ever before. Tell me - what is the difference between pain and love? Where there is sensual touching and tender restraint, it isn’t inherent either, but both. To softly trace the wounds that you could expand on, only to allow the warmth to fester through the cold. Tell me tell me.. is there anything more honourable than being brought to half consciousness by another, what difference if it’s through intercourse or through agonising actions brought on behalf of thought of love and care. In lieu of any better explanation, we poets resort to the thing you most fear - macabre and the grotesque. If you can’t handle the percievable pain you could experience, then neither are you ready for the pain of a relationship. To be fair with yourself is to allow both to exist in equilibrium. And just as one is a virgin physically, a phenomenon to form the concept of being untouched by another with such intentions, does not mean you’re immune. But rather, just as some haven’t yet been exposed to sexual acts (and for the better), some have never begun to understand the peak of connotations that the consequence of violence can bring on. I am not speaking through a fetish nor a desire but a lack of better explanation- an asexual cannibal. the romance is not from the pain itself but the tenderness and tension it shows without irreversible consequences. The connnection that forms is more beautiful than any love letter because it’s through sheer raw unfiltered fight that we love, and the light that’s within is no different than the scorching sun nor the sweltering flame, despite both giving out the heat you so crave. This is not to excuse abuse, as such a game is dangerous to play with the belief that all intend well. through kisses and hugs can become just as suffocating as pain, and yet, sometimes people just express differently. And who are you but to deny them the right to fanaticise? Admit discomfort, yes, for you have a fight to receive the love you want even if it’s through another.

[lb-abnormality]

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[gordvendomewhore]

i do an unnecessary amount of research for random posts like please i’m essentially a child and i’ve been out of school for nearly seven months my spare brain cells shouldn’t be used for bully posts but look at me now

[aakritidatta-blog]

The Waiting Room

Chapter-1; Meera.

I remember it was a sunny morning with strokes of wind passing by the walls of my terrace as they converged. Amma sat on the floor on a mat, her palms outstretched towards the sky, either trying to block the sunlight or absorbing every atom of it.

I sat at the opposite end; my earphones plugged in; listening to Rehna Tu from Delhi-6; daydreaming what if I also had a fanatically chaotic family like that; and a terrace all hustling bustling with everyone running errands.

Looking at amma, I begin to evaluate the lines engraved on my very own hands, dreaming about their fate and their reality when I hear a loud voice echoing through the house “Meera! come down; it’s time for your appointment.”

Reality descend down and stares me in my eyes. It’s time to visit Abhik.

It all started two months back. Me- being a normal (?), simple(?) high school teenager studying in a small school at Banaras, the holy city of UP; faced my first of what were frequent episodes.

It was our weekly English test. It was the usual- I was to copy from the person next to me, submit and run off to the Ghats after school. Instead, I think Ganga Maiyya had charted another course for my route. On being served the question paper; I began going through it frantically calculating mentally how much time I’d be left to pass staring outside when’ when I started feeling heavy. It was as if someone just multiplied the weight of air infinite times and sent it all to sit on my chest like a ferocious ruler on its throne. Soon it got harder to breathe, to make sense of things around me. I felt something trickling down my spine only to discover it was sweat soaked panic and terror- as if this was it- the commencement, the middle and the climax of the next world war. A million thoughts raced my mind and God only knows if that is what made me dizzy.

I rushed to the washroom; crawled up to bring my head and knees together; sobbing like an infant. By this time I was trying to breathe so fast; as if I’d forgotten the act all together. I was struggling to make sense out of all the events in my small space.

An hour later; my teacher found me.

Abhik.

I remember setting my alarm for 7am. It was almost dawn, and I needed to get in some hours of sleep before life brought upon its mystic course again. It was hard to sleep in the new room, the new home. I was new to Banaras and Banaras was new to me. We just didn’t get enough time to get to know each other to sleep comfortably around.

I had a long day ahead of me. I had three new appointments at my new clinic, which meant I had to be on top of my game. Invariably, I glanced towards my phone; it was 5:20 am. A thousand tabs open, even more unchecked missed calls and yet Shuchi’s name wasn’t there.

She was the hope I needed.  

I shifted to Banaras 2 months back from Lucknow. I left my well established job in a top hospital as a clinical psychologist to open up my clinic here- Ummeed (Hope).

In a city so mythologically deep and diverse; with its rooted connections to death’ you’d expect the biggest sorrow to be the loss of a loved one. Even I entered this city with the same mindset. There is however, definitely more to it. The vicious swing of death does make stops midway at common man’s problems.

I remember studying about the atmosphere in school when I was younger. My teacher taught me that it envelopes the earth all around and wraps it safely. Also, that the atmosphere had several layers to it. I think grief of death is Banaras’ atmosphere. But there is so much life below the atmosphere; it’s almost overwhelming.

Swinging from these thoughts; atlast my mind entered a slow paced world and i drifted off.

Radha.

Jhanvi! Jhanvi!! Where are you? Please come to mumma bacche! Jhanvi! See your mashed potatoes are not gonna wait for you they will go back, come out bacche! Jhanvi!!

I was frantically looking for my five year old Jhanvi who had found yet another new corner in the house to hide. Like every other persistent parent desperate to feed their kid, I was the pilot of Potato Spaceship today destined to land in Jhanvi’s mouth. If only!

You know she’s usually a wonderful kid. She eats, sleeps, plays and goes for her appointments routinely. Over the past 6 months, this was the third specialist we were visiting. The ones till now were professional, sweet, warm but Jhanvi never liked them. I think she never found a connection to make her stay and hence would end up hiding before every appointment. Today was one such day.

I’d taken an off from work; my work being a startup in its initial stages of Banarsi handloom sarees and suits. Jhanvi’s father; and sometimes my husband- Mayank would seldom help us out with the house-work and support me with my start up too.

I was a routinely happy multi-tasker- a mom, a wife, a home maker and an entrepreneur. There was however this empty, shallow part of me which wished Jhanvi would get better. Soon.

I ran down the stairs, found her hiding behind the shoe rack trying to build a mountain from all the slippers she could spot. She wouldn’t look at me, she was too busy being the architect of her own world. I wish sometimes she would hug me tight. Someday maybe!

Today I wished for a new hope.

[morningespeon]

College and course taking friends!

I have a terrible class. The set up doesn’t benefit me at all and I need some advice on note taking.

The professor reads from the slides and treats students like we don’t know the basic info. (Example from today: “children view the world differently than adults. Do you guess know that? Do you understand that? Here is a 5 minute spiel on how and why kids are different than adults). I love explainations and what not but this lady takes it too far. She goes very fast through the slides because she “uploads them later that night”. So there’s no point in trying to jot down the information she’s presenting.

My plan is to read the chapters before, take notes on those, and then write the classroom notes after she’s uploaded the slides... but what do I do during class (which is mandatory)? I know as the class goes on she’ll give more examples and understandings of concepts that differ from notes/textbook that I’ll write down... but if she’s just reading from the slides consistently what should I do? No laptops or phones allowed either so I can’t work on other homework. Any ideas? Feel free to reblog and share.

[shigonkuro]

Well here goes.

This has been a recurring dream in a way. It has different circimstances but ends the same way right before i wake up and I'm pretty confused about it.

So in the dream a sequence of events happens that as i said are unrelated. Something in my life is comepletely different, there are people there I havent met, someone there i havent met yet etc.

This time it was my first gf from when i was 18 (im 28 now) we had a child and shortly after the child was born she ran out on me and started seeing another guy and i kept telling her to get out of my life and leave me the kid.

Well while doing this I was xriving down a long empty highway. The typical highway you drive with typical scenery. This is where it gets weird. This dream and several others correlate in this way. It always starts with a highway.

While driving down said highway I notice that there is construction in the road and a massive round white object (kinda like a doplar radar but MASSIVE!) and there are always consteuction workers in the road staring at it. Never actually working on it. If i try to talk to them they smile and i dont hear what they say but they just keep staring at the monolith. I got out of my car and walked up the road past them and it was empty until a hill obstructed my view past them a short distance up. So I turned back and got back in my car with the girl and explained it to her. Then we turned around and drove back the other way and I woke up.

I figure if anyone can help me gain some insight into the dream that ends with the monolith its the psychology side of tumblr or the dream side.