Between work, reading, painting, and drawing—(unfortunately, there’s never enough time in the day to do everything I love)—I also try to stay connected to the world. I watch the news, scroll through YouTube, browse Instagram. I love being amazed, shocked, or inspired by something new—whether it’s a fresh painting technique, wise words, a perfectly crafted lipstick ad, or even just a cat making those adorable wiwiwi sounds when eating or cuddling. It seems like, just like many others, I’m constantly searching—consuming—content that resonates with my soul, my thoughts, my way of seeing the world.
Sure, I could stick to purely educational content. But wait—who says I have to? I’m careful not to fall into the endless scrolling trap, where hours pass before I even find that one-minute video that was actually worth watching. Instead, I search for specific topics on Instagram or TikTok, with more intent. YouTube makes this easier—it curates recommendations that align perfectly with my interests. Lately, my feed is filled with videos about spirituality, manifestation, relaxing jazz music, personal development, and—perhaps the most fascinating—how scammers get caught. Essentially, my world revolves around psychology, technology, and spirituality.
Today, I stumbled upon a video where someone beautifully recited a passage by an author whose books I’ve devoured—deeply emotional, exquisitely written. But the way this person delivered the words…it felt as though he was generating the thoughts in real-time, making them his own. His tone, his energy—it brought the words to life in a way I don’t think they would have hit me had I simply read them on a page.
One particular part struck me. He spoke about how psychologists tend to label people—especially those who dislike certain types of individuals. According to them, if I don’t like people with toxic personalities, it must mean I have a toxic personality. If I judge those who throw trash on the street, then deep down, I must be guilty of the same. What kind of logic is that? By that reasoning, we aren’t allowed to reject bad behavior, because disliking it supposedly means we embody it ourselves? They push you to find your own darkness, just to prove their theory right. It’s almost as if you’re forced into self-doubt—“Maybe I do throw trash without realizing it? Haha, shut up—you’re not a psychologist!”
It bothers me how psychology, despite its many virtues, sometimes seems like an untouchable authority. Psychologists are often placed on a pedestal, their words accepted as absolute truth. Ordinary people, seeking guidance, hang onto their every opinion as if they’re dying of thirst in a desert. And in doing so, they become mentally passive, outsourcing their critical thinking. But does every psychological label truly hold meaning? Does it genuinely create real movement in a person’s soul?
I have nothing against psychology—I even once considered becoming a psychologist myself (wearing that metaphorical crown of wisdom ?). I’ve always loved overanalyzing things, emotionally dissecting every little situation. But I also know how easy it is to fall into the trap of labeling. And let’s be honest—if a psychologist were to put a label on me, should I care? ? I still respect those who truly have a gift for this field, of course.
The video also touched on the so-called Savior Complex—the idea that some people don’t help others out of pure generosity, but for the validation it gives them. And that is where the real spark of the discussion lies. Have we really reached a point where we no longer believe in genuine kindness? Where every act of giving must come with an ulterior motive? Psychologists, in their confidence, have packaged this as “The Savior Complex”—as if kindness itself is suspicious, tainted.
Sure, some people do “perform” kindness for attention, or as a transaction to get something in return. But is it fair to generalize? Humanity is too vast, too complex, too diverse to be squeezed into neat psychological categories. And the truth is, psychologists will never fully grasp every nuance of human nature—because every single day, new personalities, new behaviors, and new emotional landscapes emerge. A lifetime isn’t enough for someone to fully understand themselves, let alone define others.
It’s frustrating when people oversimplify personalities because they’re too lazy to truly analyze them. It’s easier to say, “Oh, you’re just like this,” than to take the time to explore the depth of someone’s character. But knowing oneself is a lifelong journey—figuring out who you are, what you want to be, and what you pretend or dream to be.
And then, there’s the saddest part: people who want to be like others. Copying someone else’s personality, instead of exploring their own. That truly breaks my heart. Life is meant to be a process of self-discovery—not a performance of someone else’s script.
As for kindness, I still want to believe in it. I refuse to let it be reduced to a meaningless label. Look at animals—they help each other. Are they expecting something in return? Maybe in their world, it’s all about survival, but I believe it’s also innocent love.
And if animals can love without expectation, why can’t we?