Collective Behavior or Collective Lunacy?
Have you ever attempted to take time out of the hustle and bustle of a busy day at one side of the street or motor park and pause for one second to observe the purposeless stir of the crowd? Where are the people hurrying to? Why should two men stand there exchanging angry words rather than go ahead to do a business of some sort?
Have you ever attempted to take time out of the hustle and bustle of a busy day at one side of the street or motor park and pause for one second to observe the purposeless stir of the crowd? Where are the people hurrying to? Why should two men stand there exchanging angry words rather than go ahead to do a business of some sort? Or take a quite corner at the post office. Watch the activities at the counter with regards to the reactions of customers and counter clerks to one another. Do these performances make sense? Why anybody who expects first come is first served cursed out by the clerk? Why should a spectator stand there swinging his legs and making facial expressions at a football match while the players pant up and down the field? What is the meaning of all the team the stampede attending the departure of a passenger train? There are few facts of collective behavior- the way you and I behave when we are lost in the crowd when we live 50 per cent in the world of sanity and 49 percent in the world of the insane. At this moment we act with the conviction that nobody is watching us. Things happen without making lasting impressions on our mind, and we react as if driven upon by remote control.
The crowd has no permanence or social classification. There is high degree of anomity among its members. It is by accident and not by design that people intimate with each other happen to meet in the crowd and when they meet they find very little time to give each other attention. Members of the crowd are indifferent or apathetic to each other and their emotion can be worked up at the slightest oppournity. The cloak of polished and dignified bearing people put on comes like a flash; it vanishes the moment people’s attention is diverted from them. Nobody knows how clumsily a king behaves when he is alone in his room, as distinct from the courtly way he carries himself while riding outside in a stage- coach. These variations in moods are dependent upon the degree of consciousness we garner at each time. Between and unconsciousness there is a very narrow margin as between sanity and insanity. In fact, society seems to define a normal person in terms of one who is 50 per cent conscious. Sanity is only a degree of insanity. Were we to have an impartial judges who is outside the world watching all our actions, nobody can predict what verdict he will pass on our degree of insanity. The fact that we are the judge of our own conduct does not prove anything in so far as the eyes sees not itself.
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