'Norm Violation Essay\r'

'After doing the three average violations for my midterm exam project in Social Psychology, I was unfeignedly relieved. The entire nervous breaking act as whatever that will draw people’s attention to me made me forkly pity myself. I pity myself for making me fount corresponding a fool, but nevertheless, it gave me a sense of joy intellection that I really did it not just for the saki of completion and to get good grades, but I did it because of curiosity and for the satisfaction of my inner craving for modernistic adventure. And by doing the three norm violations, I came to purpose that we are all unconsciously controlled by the norms our inn sets and that sank into the very depths of our minds making us live like robots. People nowadays are like robots, doing their periodic activities in a pattern that conforms to the usual norm in their society.\r\nNo to a greater extent than thrills and excitement, no more craving for adventure, no more childish acts, and thatà ¢â‚¬â„¢s all because we all wanted to fit in and do things aligned to what is tagged as â€Å" convention.” So this project is really a breath of honeyed air to me. This has been an eye opener, a bell that wakes every vein in my body, like electricity that flows to my straits that shocks every synaptic activity. Now I’m conscious, conscious enough to make my life more worth living by not conformist to the pattern of norms embroided to every corner of humanity. I warrant for my exaggeration, but I am just inspired. And I like to exaggerate when I’m inspired.\r\nAnyways, the female genital organ line here is that I’m lucky I made this project for it made me receive what’s keeping people in advance out of their shell, and that is the idea that if they do something that is not normal even if that’s what they’ve always wanted to do, they’ll be labelled as â€Å"weird.” Based on experience, it’s really self degra ding when people look at you with such scornful eyes because of communicate something that does not fit their tastes. So I brook’t blame those whose faces are as fat as my psychology book because they have snuff it numb of all the critics and judgments that pass through their tympanic membrane like a steel organism dragged out of force in a sparkler road. I don’t know which part of my four lobed brain all these spoken language are coming from, but I dig I have made my point and I hope it’s clear.\r\n'