Blindspots of the Human Body – Quadrants Of The Johari Window

Categories Human Nature, Lifestyle, Tales From My Fertile Mind

The ‘Blind Spots’ of the human body form one of the four quadrants of the ‘Johari Window’, and can be described as those areas where a person’s view is obstructed. The Blind Spot is the space that is unknown to yourself, but known to others.

The other three quadrants are: the ‘Open Space’, which is the space that is known to one and also known to others; the ‘Hidden Area’, which is the space that is known to oneself, but unknown to others; and, the ‘Unknown Area’, which is the space that is unknown to oneself, and also unknown to others.

Coming back to the Blind Spots, they need extra care all the time, especially because society can decide to be so mean and indifferent that, although they can see that my blind spots need attention, they refuse to clue me in and leave it for me to discover at my own good time.

My mind remembers this man ahead of me; who though immaculately dressed and walking tall with pride, the back of one of his trouser legs was neatly tucked in the sock.

Or this executive who, because of a decision to quickly freshen up in the rest rooms just before a presentation, discovers after the presentation that the lower coat end was nicely tucked into the back of the trousers, or that the dress was accidentally tucked in the underwear.

Mara unajikuta you have been engaging people for several hours while the fly is undone; the trouser zip has been smiling broadly all along.

What about the discovery that the shirt or blouse buttons unbuttoned *pun intended* and the chest underwear is exposed.

Or the slay King who becomes overwhelmed by the joke and bursts out with a laugh, not knowing that, stuck beautifully between his teeth, is betrayal of what he took for lunch; some pieces of sukuma wiki and cooked bean-coat enjoying the comfort of the gaps in the dental formula.

Or the slay Queen who responds to the urge to blow the nose, but after all is done, leaves remnants from the nose prominently displayed on the face.

Or the person who cluelessly has chewing gum stuck at the back of the pants because someone stuck the chewing gum on the matatu seat.

All these are blindspots which the bearer has no idea about. All my mind can do is to vehemently pray, in the spirit of the handshake, that whosoever discovereth these embarrassing episodes can diplomatically clue in the mhusiwa ili aweze kurekebisha kabla aibike zaidi.

My mind also begs scientists to quickly invent side and rear mirrors like those of automobiles, so that these aibu ndogo ndogo can be epukwad, moving forward.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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