This morning I have been experiencing an emotional roller coaster… as I am cycling through tens of people as I accidentally connect to them. Some gurus, Murakami, his wife, a marketing guru, my next door neighbor, my brother, some students, a site visitor from Hungary, my architecture school friend.
I can feel my face, my mouth… and I can recognize the micro expressions and identify them.
And then, of course, the emotions of my own reaction to their internal state… judgment, compassion, pity, sympathy…
I could write an article, a whole article, about each of them, but I’ll write about a word that screwed up countless lives… and probably still is.
As you know, a large period of my life I was an architect. Architecture school, in Hungary, is something you choose after high school, and it’s a five year study, every person takes the exact same classes.
The favorite or dreaded word of an architecture student was ‘talented’ or ‘not talented’.