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As in any selection: Beauty and body are the main factors. The Aptitude traits

Model-like women are selected because they were born attractive and tall. It is never the cosmetics that made them attractive. All the cosmetics cannot help before or after selection.

It is the swimmer body, slim, streamlined and attractively built, that made them be selected, including big and large feet and hands for displacing more water. Swimmers were selected because they exhibited the kinds of bodies most readily performing with training.

Taking swimming as a hobby to render your body attractive will not do: Though it is a better sport to keep fit.

I’m talking of when you are young. As the years go by, it is how you take care of your health and how you keep your mind agile that aid you in your activities.

Without the illusion of confounding selection factors with results, most advertising companies would falter.

Is Harvard a good university?

Somehow, historically, the elite and rich classes sent their children to top selected universities and institutions.

These institutions could afford to have the most rigorous programs for selecting applicants according to the mental aptitude They enjoyed plenty of funding from state and private rich donors.

It is this rigorous selection process favoring students with high aptitude levels and the strength character to withstand rigorous programs that graduate top smart people.

Mind you that the IQ scores for the bottom tier of selected student in top universities are higher than the top tier students in normal university.

And yet, these bottom tier fail to graduate while the top tier in normal university become successful people: The Big Fish in Small Pond paradox.

When you are competing with highly smart people and starting to collect B minus, grades that you have never received in high school, it dawn on you to drop out and move to normal universities where effective interactions with classmates are possible.

Generally, the MBA graduates from the top institutions exhibit a wide gap in earning income compared to non-graduates. This gap has nothing to do with the MBA programs or what students learn:

Those who insist on investing big to attend an MBA program are already the achievers who could have made it anyway.

Cheerfulness, a trait shared by people who see a half full glass, is largely a personality trait that remains constant throughout life.

Try to be happy is as futile as trying to be taller

Do you know of an unhappy person writing a “self help” book? (About their failures and unhappiness?)

Can you be honest about what you see in the mirror?

Would what you see be “selection material”?

Best, rely on outside observers to tell you what you are blind to,

More probably, it is the reaction of other people that give you the proper hints about you aptitudes.

If not a selection material, forget selection tests and tedious processes that are meant to humiliate, and plug on with what life best offers to you.

Read: “The Art of Thinking Clear” by Rolf Dobelli



Wrap up


            I wrote an introspection piece in March 2006 which proves that the implicit intention for a full fledge auto-biography was simmering in my mind.  I realize that this summary piece could form a concise story of my life.


“Why am I how I am?” Five Factors (March 8, 2006)


I will attempt a candid self or auto psychoanalysis.

The evaluation of the results of my social status, so far, is pretty straightforward.

I am fifty-seven years old, have no steady job, and no longer marketable for a decent job.

My only monetary asset is an old car that I will be hard pressed to repair if it breaks down.

I have never been married, no illegitimate kids who knocked at my door, and I have got no current girlfriends.

I wouldn’t be able to entertain a girl even if a miracle love swoops across my way.

I live with my old folks; my dad keeps his silence, mother deviates occasionally.

My hardest working mother never stops offering her old fashioned remarks.


Now, I earned my PhD in Human Factors in engineering the hard way.

I earned it through sheer stubbornness, and for my inability to hold any jobs.

My cognitive capabilities are not commensurate to the requirements of higher education.

My emotional development is still in its infancy.

My physical conditioning is above average but smoking will decrease it horribly.

My musical abilities, in hearing, singing, or playing instrument are nil.

My artistic skills for acting, painting, sculpting, or drawing were never tested.

My verbal conversational, story telling, and oratorical skills are mediocre and counter-productive.

My interpersonal relationships, rhetorical, and communication training are poor.

That said, what may be the reasons for such a drastic failure in my social life?

A better question would be how I managed to live and survive so far?


Reason #1:

At five years of age I was transferred from Africa to Lebanon.

I am the first born child of parents who have been striving, from next to nothing, to survive.

They made good money after years of toil and hardship. 

They did well later on and then they exhausted all their savings.

As most Lebanese immigrants in Africa my folks went into the mercantile business.

They suffered immensely from the hardship of an under developed country.

They lacked all kinds of amenities, and were robbed completely several times.

Still, they turned their commerce around and it took off.


I was born in Bamako, the Capital of the now Republic of the Mali.

My primary language was French and then Bambara, the local African slang.

It was the so-called French Sudan and was a French colony then.

I suffered from Typhoid fever at the age of five.

I barely survived the infection.

I was confined in a cold chamber under close supervision for weeks.

I had to relearn walking and speaking.


Once in Lebanon, a new climate, new people, and a new language awaited me.

I was incarcerated in a boarding school with no relatives to visit on weekends or holydays:

My folks had to return to Africa for business for a two-year stretch before visiting us.

Every two years we had, my brother and sister, to learn to recognize them.

We were kind of forced to acknowledge these strange folks through gifts, and staying at home under duress.

We had many attempts at running away back to the boarding school.

I will try to be objective as best I can.

But I feel that my wings have been clipped at an early stage of life.


Reason #2:


At twelve of age my parents decided to come back to Lebanon for good.

They offered the rationale that they missed us and wanted to raise us as a family.

They in fact ran away after the independence of the Republic of Mali:

New laws put the squeeze on money transfer.

Many Lebanese merchants, including dad, were scared to death for any prison term.

Another cycle of relocation: new school, new location to Beirut instead of the mountain.

New emphasis on the French language, that I had totally forgotten, was imposed.

We were practically incarceration in an apartment under closer supervision.

We were forced feed in order to recover our health.

I remember the first week that I vomited my bowls of milk.

I remember that it took my aunt Therese to teach us.

I needed four hours of repetitions to memorize two sentences in French.

I remember waking up at three o’clock and walking to school.

I had to revise my studies, going back and forth in the playground.


Reason #3:  Adolescence


Until I was over 25 years I was frequently short on cash money; there were no credit cards then anyway.

My parents had an implicit philosophy that money in the pockets of kids is the ruin of the soul. They were well off and generous.

The only cash money I received were gifts on special occasions, Christmas, and Easter.

I could never bring myself to ask for extra money under any conditions.

I used to save these few pounds for the duration of the year.

I never built any taste for fashion, luxury, or any modern gizmos.

I could not indulge on paying visits to schoolmates, or going to movies with them.

Or eating out, or sharing with them the latest records.


My parents were relatively rich at the time.

 Our apartment was paid off, and well furnished.

My cousins envied us, but personally I was very poor.

I never was initiated to value money, generate money, or participate in any financial transactions or decision.

When older, I used to send letters to my nieces and nephews urging them to insist and persist for weekly allowances.

I received a lot of crap from my meddling in allowance suggestions.

I am striving for objectivity. I do feel strongly that to aim at riches we need to learn spending money.

I do feel strongly that to succeed in accomplishing a high standard of living is necessarily a learning process.


Reason #4: Fitness and handicaps


Not only that I didn’t look fit for sport activities, I was not handsome.

I was not a physical threat, and I wore ugly eyeglasses too since age 13.

To avoid breaking my “expensive” bad style eyeglasses I shun any group sport activities.

My eyeglasses never balanced well on my nose and they kept increasing in thickness.

Once, I was over 40, I damaged my glasses;

 I kept maintaining them with scotch tape for four years:

 I could not afford to replace my lousy eyeglasses.


I spent my spare time in middle school reading books, mostly French.

I didn’t try learning swimming until I was 26 years of age.

I didn’t venture snow skiing until I was over thirty.

Yes, I bought all the necessary sky equipments and gears.

Are these facts not objective enough for my asocial behavior?

Please enlighten me!


Reason #5: Cognitive and memory deficiencies


I failed the public examination in my last high school year.

I had to submit to it again at the end of autumn.

I barely made it the second time around.

But this summer was a period of humiliation and much more.

Many of my acquaintances, for my aloofness, thought that I was smart and bookish.

That perception crumbled to smithereens.

In that critical summer, my successful friends were enjoying their best summer.

I was plugging in, reluctantly, through books that I already vomited their contents.

That critical summer prevented me from joining the universities of my choices.

That summer prevented me of whatever engineering discipline that I might have selected.

That critical summer obstructed any dreams or potential plans that I might have devised.

May be a happy summer might have allowed me to befriend people.

I might have been offered opportunities for guidance to different fields of studies.

For example, studies that might have suited me better in cognitive abilities, temperament and acquired skills.

My near future was closed and I opted instead for physics at the Lebanese University.




March 2023

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