no, not at all, I don’t think rational = unemotional (and I liked EY’s article explaining how it is perfectly rational to feel sad … when something sad happens).
But rationality does seem to be stongly associated with a constant meta-analytical process: always thinking about a decision, then thinking about the way we were thinking about the decision, and then thinking about the self-imposed axioms we have used to model the way that we were thinking about the meta-thinking, and some angst about whether there are undetected biases in the way that .. yada yada yada.
which is all great stuff,
but I wondered whether rationalists are like that all the time, or whether they ever come home late, open a beer or two and pick their nose while transfixed by czechoslvakian wrestling on ESPN, without stopping to wonder why they are doing it, and wouldn’t it be more rational to go to bed already.
I recently started to notice this very question popping up in my head when I find myself in a situation like the one you described :) I didn’t consciously install this habit, it just started to manifest itself some time ago, probably several months.
But I do find myself in similar situations, usually after a good workday—just substitute a cup of tea (or a small shot of Becherovka) for the beer, and mindless internet surfing for the wrestlers :)
no, not at all, I don’t think rational = unemotional (and I liked EY’s article explaining how it is perfectly rational to feel sad … when something sad happens).
But rationality does seem to be stongly associated with a constant meta-analytical process: always thinking about a decision, then thinking about the way we were thinking about the decision, and then thinking about the self-imposed axioms we have used to model the way that we were thinking about the meta-thinking, and some angst about whether there are undetected biases in the way that .. yada yada yada.
which is all great stuff,
but I wondered whether rationalists are like that all the time, or whether they ever come home late, open a beer or two and pick their nose while transfixed by czechoslvakian wrestling on ESPN, without stopping to wonder why they are doing it, and wouldn’t it be more rational to go to bed already.
I recently started to notice this very question popping up in my head when I find myself in a situation like the one you described :) I didn’t consciously install this habit, it just started to manifest itself some time ago, probably several months.
But I do find myself in similar situations, usually after a good workday—just substitute a cup of tea (or a small shot of Becherovka) for the beer, and mindless internet surfing for the wrestlers :)
(Related: Ego Depletion: Is the Active Self a Limited Resource?)