Wordsmithing: YOU ARE WHAT YOU THINK - The Guardian The Whole Picture

Thursday, 13 September 2012

YOU ARE WHAT YOU THINK - The Guardian The Whole Picture

“You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.” ~ Elizabeth Gilbert "Eat, Pray, Love"

I hope you can get this grainy advert to run, it is amazing. When it comes to responses, based on POV, this advert was designed to put the viewer through the emotional wringer.

No matter which emotion your character is feeling:

anger

aversion

courage

dejection

desire

despair

fear

hate

hope

love

sadness

Arnold (1960)

these emotions are felt as a direct response to the situation multiplied by what they think is going on.

The emotional response is caused by how the character interprets what they can see or hear.

Your character could react in the wrong way because they are sure they know what's happening.

WHAT MADE YOU THINK TODAY?

4 comments:

Paula RC13 September 2012 at 18:51
Its funny but I made the same point on my blog today about looking at things from a different point of view.

A great video and posting
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Unknown13 September 2012 at 20:51
Interesting video. Three people watching the same scene unfold might interpret it differently depending on their position. Of course the end result is the same, but the events preceding it would vary. Guess that explains the reason eye witness testimony is so unreliable.

Thanks for sharing this. It has given me lots of food for thought.
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Thursday, 13 September 2012

YOU ARE WHAT YOU THINK - The Guardian The Whole Picture

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