A few research findings gleaned from STUMBLING ON HAPPINESS,
by Daniel Gilbert (NY: Knopf, 2006):
Absences are difficult to perceive, thus difficult to
imagine.
“Distance” in time, like spatial distance, smoothes out and
erases details.
What we feel in the present, we expect to feel in the
future.
Looking back, we regret inaction more often than action.
We remember highlights more vividly than slogs.
We remember how things ended better than the overall
course.
Our imaginations exaggerate differences and overlook
similarities.
We think we are much more different from other people
than we really are.
It’s hard for us to benefit from the experiences of
others because we think our experience will be different.
For all the reasons above (the foregoing is by no means an
exhaustive list, but I skimmed over a lot of information in the book that
wasn’t new to me), over and over, human beings misjudge how much future
happiness or unhappiness a particular event or course of action will bring
them. Gilbert is a psychologist, and a lot
of what’s in this book is the kind of thing found in behavioral economics, that
fascinating intersection of psychology, economics, and philosophy (ethics).
For the stubborn reader who will tend to brush aside
research findings, toward the end of the book (following the last three points
I’ve put in boldface above) Gilbert provides this kicker:
Because, if you are like most people, then like most people, you don’t know you’re like most people. Science has given us a lot of facts about the average person, and one of the most reliable of these facts is that the average person doesn’t see herself as average. Most students see themselves as more intelligent than the average student, most business managers see themselves as more competent than the average business manager, and most football players see themselves as having better “football sense” than their teammates. Ninety percent of motorists consider themselves to be safer-than-average drivers, and 94 percent of college professors consider themselves to be better-than-average teachers. Ironically, the bias toward seeing ourselves as better than average causes us to see ourselves as less biased than average, too. As one research team concluded, “Most of us appear to believe that we are more athletic, intelligent, organized, ethical, logical, interesting, fair-minded, and healthy—not to mention attractive—than the average person.”
[BUT!!!}
This tendency to think of ourselves as better than others is not necessarily a manifestation of our unfettered narcissism but may instead be an instance of a more general tendency to think of ourselves as different from others—often for better but sometimes for worse. When people are asked about generosity, they claim to perform a greater number of generous acts than others do; but when they are asked about selfishness, they claim to perform a greater number of selfish acts than others do. [Etc., etc.]
As a species, then, we are not all suffering from delusions
of grandeur. (That’s a relief!) Asked to
rate oneself on an easy task, most people say they’re superior to others, but
asked how they would perform a difficult task, they generally rate themselves
worse than others. As the author says, “We don’t always see ourselves as superior, but we almost always see ourselves as unique.”
And each of us is
unique in our own experience,
since our own experience is the only experience we ever have! Gilbert believes,
however, that if we take scientific findings seriously, we’ll find plenty of
reasons to learn from the experience of others, experience we never had or
could have. To do so demands only that we recognize how much like other people
we are.
On Monday morning, I heard the beginning of a story on NPR
about a new smart phone app that would plug the user into an
individualized research study on happiness.
Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, when the alert comes on you are asked
to answer a number of questions, including what you’re doing, how you feel, and
whether or not you have to be doing what you’re doing. (I forget the other
questions. You can probably find this information somewhere online if you want
to search for it.) The thing is, I was bustling around the house, getting ready
for my day, and those questions alerted me to the fact that the radio voices
were goading me into hurrying when I didn’t need to hurry. Summer’s over!
Monday is a day off for me now! And I didn’t have to have the radio on, so I turned it—snapped it!—right
off and instantly slowed down and
felt more relaxed. Do I need an app to guide me to happiness? I don’t think so.
Awareness is all that’s needed.
Later that day, when David and I (with Sarah in the
backseat) had wandered and meandered our way deep into Benzie County, taking an
unplanned, one-day vacation, I couldn’t help thinking about my mother’s report
on the autumn trip she and my father took one year to New England. She said it
was the most beautiful fall color she’d ever seen, and she never expected to
see anything to equal what she saw then and there. Into my thoughts then came
the distinction between ‘maximizers’ and ‘satisficers,’ the latter an awkward
word that nevertheless captures pretty well my own approach to life, I think.
Perhaps if I traveled to New England in the fall, the color there would so far
exceed that of Michigan that Michigan would fall on my experiential rating
scale from a 10 to a 7 or 8. The thing is, I am so perfectly satisfied with
Michigan autumn that I feel no need to go in search of something better.
Similarly, on a trip out West one spring, David and I found
ourselves on a winding mountain highway with views that took our breath away.
The beautiful, inhuman immensity of the landscape went on and on until our
souls were dizzy! We were and are, I guess, fully prepared to believe that the
Grand Canyon experience, which we’ve never had, would eclipse that day’s
revelations, but we felt more than
completely satisfied with the experience we did have.
Then there were last winter’s ice caves out past Gill’s Pier.
We didn’t go out on Lake Michigan to see them. Thirteen years before, there
were ice caves out at the lighthouse, and we were fortunate enough to stumble
out there by chance... to find all of Northport gathered at the shore... to be
able to explore, right at the shoreline, caves of blue ice large enough to
stand up in.... I know that last year’s caves were larger and more extensive
and more varied and lasted longer. They were also much farther out on the
frozen lake and harder to get to, and, since news of them had gone national,
there were much bigger crowds. Everyone who went out said it was “worth it,”
and I’m sure it was. At the same time, I’m satisfied to have had the ice cave
experience I had.
And now all of this is reminding me of what so many people
have said over the years in books about New York and Paris: “Oh, you should
have been here [there] x number of years ago!” My father firmly believed that
my Paris experience could never be as wonderful as his, and how many people
have told you similar things about all kinds of places? “You should have been
there then!” They were there then; you, poor thing, can only go now or in the future,
i.e., too late!
Belief in a Golden Age of the past is one of mankind’s
dearly held myths, difficult to demolish because it is immune to experience.
Gilbert would say it depends on the second of my boldfaced points above. When I
imagine myself living in 18th-century America, I focus on those
aspects of life that appeal to me, forgetting all the difficult mundane,
everyday details I would encounter should I be able to transport myself back in
time. Woody Allen captured this belief brilliantly in his film about Paris that
has the writer protagonist transported back to the postwar period he so longs
to have known, only to find people there longing for the earlier Belle Epoque,
and so forth.
In the past year I’ve seen friends lose jobs, lose houses
and businesses, go through bankruptcy and divorce and chemotherapy, and the way
they’ve met those challenges has been very enlightening. They go on. They find
happiness in unexpected places, sometimes from surprising sources. Gilbert’s
research confirms this. Imagining future losses, we believe we will be
devastated, but the truth is that we human beings are more resilient than we
imagine, and that’s a good lesson to take away from this book, from our own
experience, and from the experience of others.
For the record, I'm happy that my parents each had a chance to see Paris (they were there separately, at different times) and that they were able to make a trip together to see fall color in New England.
1 comment:
Judging from the pictures you have posted, New England Fall is in no way superior, at least this year. Ours has appeared only as what it is, the last gasp of summer.
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