Personality derives from a variety of perspectives. Yet, that doesn’t mean we all have the same personality, that’s just not the norm. Psychology 313 has suggested to me that my personality is not just what I show people on a daily basis, it’s far more than that. From my own perspective, I would prefer to call myself divergent. I’m not just “different”, I’m one of my own. It’s not uncommon to say that personality derives from your past experiences and life right off the bat. I can personally say I held, and still hold a sturdy belief in the same thoughts as I’m sure majority of society. Except now, I understand my personality from a more in-depth, captivating perspective. After thorough engagement in Psychology 313, I have reflected upon myself
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From the minute I realized my two little feet were made for roaming this ever so evolving world, I searched for adventures according to my parents. I would run and hide in public places, run and slide through the halls, and run from my parents when it was time to come inside, I felt invincible as a toddler but defined as stubborn. I always knew what I wanted, and would do exactly what I wanted. Until I realized that my parents were significantly more powerful over my actions than I was. Time-out was my parents’ way of punishing us as toddlers. Through what B.F. Skinner extended on; operant conditioning, my parents attempted to reinforce us to learn the new appropriate behaviors, yet to me they were still out of my ball park. Time out typically consisted of me sitting in a cold metal chair facing the corner in the playroom. Time-out to me was absolutely nothing but a catch for breath because majority of the time, I never fixed my inappropriate actions. Over and over again I would find myself in that unsatisfying corner of punishment, freezing my behind off because of that crucial, cold chair. Over time, I realized I never wanted to look at those two walls touch again nor did I ever want to sit in that punishment chair so I realized my wrongs, came to my senses and slowly but surely mended the inappropriate behaviors I had possessed and portrayed. I eventually grew out of my toddler phases, and also learned my father grew out of our family. Of course, that wasn’t the end of the punishment in my life though, it was just the beginning. At this point, the brokenness of our family impacted us negatively. I was forced to adapt to something that wasn’t normal to me. Through the Evolutionary perspective, innately I can adapt to the psychological mechanisms that allowed me to deal with my father separating from me. Therefore, just being who I am, I was
From the minute I realized my two little feet were made for roaming this ever so evolving world, I searched for adventures according to my parents. I would run and hide in public places, run and slide through the halls, and run from my parents when it was time to come inside, I felt invincible as a toddler but defined as stubborn. I always knew what I wanted, and would do exactly what I wanted. Until I realized that my parents were significantly more powerful over my actions than I was. Time-out was my parents’ way of punishing us as toddlers. Through what B.F. Skinner extended on; operant conditioning, my parents attempted to reinforce us to learn the new appropriate behaviors, yet to me they were still out of my ball park. Time out typically consisted of me sitting in a cold metal chair facing the corner in the playroom. Time-out to me was absolutely nothing but a catch for breath because majority of the time, I never fixed my inappropriate actions. Over and over again I would find myself in that unsatisfying corner of punishment, freezing my behind off because of that crucial, cold chair. Over time, I realized I never wanted to look at those two walls touch again nor did I ever want to sit in that punishment chair so I realized my wrongs, came to my senses and slowly but surely mended the inappropriate behaviors I had possessed and portrayed. I eventually grew out of my toddler phases, and also learned my father grew out of our family. Of course, that wasn’t the end of the punishment in my life though, it was just the beginning. At this point, the brokenness of our family impacted us negatively. I was forced to adapt to something that wasn’t normal to me. Through the Evolutionary perspective, innately I can adapt to the psychological mechanisms that allowed me to deal with my father separating from me. Therefore, just being who I am, I was