The Act of Crafting Stories
Each of us has assumptions about things we donât have knowledge of. In fact, that is exactly what assumptions are: not-knowledge. We fill our gaps in knowledge with what we conclude in our own imaginations. And if we aren't careful, we will consider those imaginations as facts⊠when truly, they're just assumptions of missing information. Once we conclude on an imaginary assumption we are satisfied with, we then settle with the thoughts and emotions that come with it. I see two ways we come to these assumed conclusions: 1. Our emotions create imaginary scenarios in our minds to justify themselves. I witnessed an example of this when at a hotel recently, the fire alarm turned on in the middle of the night, waking many of us up. Turns out it was a false alarm. When a group of us had gathered in the lobby, people began expressing their assumptions about how the fire alarm started. One person, who was calm and seemed at peace, had assumed it was likely a child who walked by, pulling it, not knowing. This man created a story in his imagination of an innocent child. Immediately, another man, with a scowl on his face and anger behind his voice, interjected and declared that it just had to be some drunk who did it on purpose. I witnessed, as those who were also upset agreed with this man, and those who werenât, concluded that the innocent child was a better assumption. Ironically, we never found out what actually happened. However, the next morning, both of those stories were expressed openly in the lobby with a bit more certainty in their voices. We will likely never know the truth behind the fire alarm incident. Furthermore, itâs also likely these people will never change their emotions or the story they crafted about it either. 2. Our consciousness creates imaginary scenarios in our minds to justify itself. A few examples of this occurred while at that same hotel; the people in the room above me were stomping all over the place. It had gotten so bad that I started to get upset, saying to myself, âWhat are they doing up there? Marching back and forth, stomping to see if theyâll fall through the floor?â After a little while longer, it continued, and then I exclaimed, âWhat is going on? It sounds like they're running a marathon up there!â My emotions began to get the best of me. In that moment, I fell under the first example; my emotions were crafting stories for me to justify themselves.