EI

We're quick to develop artificial intelligence further and further, but what about exploring the corners, ends, and limits of emotional intelligence?

There's so much there, not yet explored.

For instance, even the person who others say is the most unemotionally intelligent...I can see otherwise. If anything, more so.

Perhaps it's not that anyone is any less emotionally intelligent, it's that some are better at manipulating than others. Seeing, being shocked and disturbed/discomforted by all the emotional intelligence, but pretending it's not there; pretending that the person is wrong.

It always feels to me that humans can tell when something's even slightly off, when you're even a little unsure or uncertain about something.

And to me, it's pretty shocking how they can pick up on feelings of discomfort, pushing away, avoidance, awkwardness.

When you'd rather not talk, when you'd rather be alone.

When something's not common; when something is common but has an air of something off about it.

A fast paced walk, and we can tell whether it's confidence, nervousness, stress. Uneasy shoulders, bad posture.

It feels as if whenever you are with someone, you're exposed to just how vulnerable every interaction with them is.

Sure we can sometimes hide behind our screens nowadays, but we still can't hide our emotions from the people by who we look at something on our screen.

What's behind that smile? You can barely smile without people demanding what it's about. Or laugh, for that matter.

And every facial expression of yours can be studied, scrutinized, and stored as evidence. Even stored for later, and used against you. It's crazy because when did we lose control or power over our faces, bodies, and actions? We must've never had them in the first place.

Even if you schedule looks, you schedule smiles, you schedule politeness, are any of us really ever capable of being mysterious?

It seems they can always tell; can always see through; as if God is giving them that power, whispering in their ears what situation is really unraveling.

What about insecurities? It seems to us when we have them that everyone can see them, perhaps hate them too about us. Does it work like that at all? I used to think no; that's silly. But now I think about all these "coincidences." Have you ever had someone make a comment about the exact thing you're insecure about? And it just makes you feel worse? It doesn't even have to be a bad comment, but the comment somehow does damage, perhaps by any type of attention. Or causing you to think, to think more, to think worse. To now overthink: surely, they see it too, they hate it too. And it bothers you. It bothers you because there's something natural about hating something about yourself. Sure, it sucks, and can feel horrible and eat you up inside, but it's natural. But it's a complete different layer on top when someone else...you even think they can see it, and then the idea that they hate it; hate you for it.

And because it's something you're insecure about, you're never going to talk to or confront them about it. It's the tragedy.

I do think it's absolute goofy to think that some comment someone made was exactly this, but I think it's fair to admit what it can lead to, however silly that is too. Besides, I think it all just might be a greater power we have no control over. Especially, if nothing is truly "just" a coincidence and everything happens for a reason...

And maybe that greater power, on a primary level, is emotional intelligence.

I don't even know how one would study something so subconscious.

Perhaps, by not even being aware of it, subconscious, we can pick up on others' insecurities, or guess them, but not necessarily knowing that we know them, and then make comments about them. But we don't see the bigger connection.

In this world where everything seems so publicly viewable to people via emotional intelligence, is there actually any privacy?

Is there ever, when we're all just living this life at the same time, we're not alone, out in the open, and people can have windows into our lives, interact with us? We go through this life not alone in this way, as much as we might think we live our lives alone otherwise.