Trustfulness as a personality quality is a tendency to accept some information without critical thinking or analysis, a constant readiness to believe the word or promise of another person or group.
One day the piglet decided to cross the river because he saw a huge compost heap there, which had long been the object of his dreams. As he approached the river, he wondered if he could wade across. - I wonder if the river is deep. - he said aloud. - No, it isn't," answered the mole who had heard his question and understood what the piglet wanted to do. - Are you sure? - the piggy clarified. - Of course I am! The emboldened piglet ran into the water and almost drowned, because the bottom of the bank went down sharply. Barely out of the water, he pounced on the mole in anger. - Strange," said the mole, "ducks always had water only up to their breasts.
The trustful man, like a snowplow, is indiscriminately raking up all the information that falls on his head and believes all the gossip, lies, slander, and rumors: "And you heard, Mamygin is taken off? For debauchery, for drunkenness, for disorderly conduct. And, by the way, they're taking your neighbor away - a scoundrel, because he looks like Beria." He's a real godsend for Fool's Day pranks. Like a tourist following indiscriminately all the signs that come his way, he is ready to believe Ostap Bender multiplied by Baron Munchausen.
You can't bring in everyone who helps you cross the street. Trustfulness is associated with mendacity and bigotry; it shows a blindness of perception, which means: "I don't intend to face the truth, I don't want to see the real world, I just want to blindly accept." She is warned, "Don't trust people as much as you can, in the end it will still turn out that you shouldn't have trusted even more," but she lets these remarks pass her lips and says roughly the same thing as Pushkin's hero: "But pretend! This look can express everything so wonderfully! Ah, it's not hard to deceive me! I myself am glad to be deceived!"
Unwilling to critically perceive reality, to be mobile in his judgments and assessments, the gullible man becomes selfish, he is unable to perceive the truth: "Yes I already know it and trust it." For example, he heard from an old woman how to treat sciatica. This is the end of further knowledge and opinions of specialists. The mind is turned off by the false Ego, corrections of consciousness are excluded. A humble person is capable of active listening, of perceiving new knowledge, he is never gullible. But the trouble is that credulousness is not active, attentive listening; it is not humble and therefore does not doubt its false knowledge. Perceiving everything as truth, it does not develop further, being satisfied with the first false information. Wisdom and reasonableness are friends with incredulity. As "humble listeners," that is, able to listen and hear, they are willing to listen to everyone, but to choose where the truth is and where the lies are. They understand that to believe indiscriminately is ignorance and foolishness. Credulity reproduces bigotry. If you tell her that a person loses 200 kcal during 20 minutes of sexual intimacy, she concludes: "Fools who exhaust themselves by dieting and running, much easier to lose weight by having sex a hundred times a month.
At all times, gullibility was a tool of adaptation to the world around us. For example, the ancient Egyptians trusted the priests as carriers of knowledge accumulated by previous generations. It is more expensive not to believe the priest, because he knows what to do when bitten by a snake, how to treat diseases or when to wait for natural disasters.
A trusting person, as a rule, unconsciously shifts the responsibility for negative events in his life on the one to whom he shows trust, in this example on the priest. He mentally utters: "I trust this priest - so he must deliver me from the misfortunes and difficulties of life." The self-deception of gullibility makes her irresponsible and dependent on other people. Having created idealized hypertrophied images of some personalities, having believed in the inviolability of their authority, gullibility substitutes trust for false credulity: "I trusted you," she shouts, although no trust could ever be talked about.
To trust others, one must trust oneself. Trust in yourself begins with responsibility for everything that happens in your life: "I trust myself without giving excessive weight to other people's assessments. I trust people and the world without worrying about whether they trust me. With this stance, the emphasis is purely on personal responsibility; other people and the world at large are in the background. With trustfulness the emphasis shifts to intrusive demands and unreasonable claims to the other person: "I trusted you - so you have no right to deceive me. In other words, gullibility "runs over" the freedom of the other person, demanding reciprocity. In gullibility, as A.S. Pushkin correctly noted, hides the desire to be deceived. Only then will it feel like a victim or be able to place the blame for the deception on the other person.
Trustfulness does not always deserve negative marks. Without trustfulness, people would have long ago become embittered at the world and each other. As a childlike quality of personality, it looks naive and stupid in the adult world. However, in a family relationship, a wife's uncaring trustfulness is the road to her faithfulness. A woman's fidelity is generated by her gullibility. A woman's mental mechanism of fidelity is triggered from the moment she believed in her husband, that is, a wife's trustworthiness is based on her faith in her husband. A woman's trustworthiness toward her husband is a desire to receive protection, to put herself completely in his hands, to place responsibility for her future and the future of her children in his hands.
Women, like children, are generously endowed with a natural trustfulness, they trust their minds, hence the tendency to gullibility. Women love with their ears and are capable of believing nonsense, if only they were pleasing to her and tickled her excited ego. When a man likes what he is told, he becomes, faithful and gullible. A woman devoid of credulity loses her purity. It is impossible to be a good wife and be untrusting of her husband. When she sees men as dogs, cattle, and lustful goats who only think about getting her into bed, she makes an impression of an embittered, "abandoned woman".
On the contrary, men's gullibility is detrimental to family relationships. A trusting husband is a disrespectful, arrogant wife. When the husband comes home from work and begins to describe all of his worries, concerns, and fears in great detail, his wife's respect for him diminishes. A daughter with a trusting father also becomes overly trusting, so there is a great risk that she will be deceived by any love shady or alphonse. A son with a gullible father runs the risk of becoming a boor.
Trustfulness is more of a feminine quality of personality than a masculine one. Man is the security service of the family, he sometimes needs to be mistrustful, cautious, prudent and collected. Listening to the verbal juggling of some crook, he thinks: "I will gladly believe any beast, even a hedgehog, but I will wait for you. Man trusts reason more than mind and feelings, women's emotionality, and with it the excessive trustworthiness, is alien to his nature. He would prefer to discover the "stuffing" of other people's intentions before launching them into the family.
The trustworthiness of decent people is the main weapon of liars. If a bird is caught, it is fed with sugar. Excessive trustfulness adores sweet-talking and, becoming the target of all kinds of fraudsters, scammers, manipulators and deceivers, brings its bearer a lot of trouble. It serves as a kind of indicator of human inability to adapt to the conditions of the outside world.
Former professional card player of extra-class Anatoly Barbacaru in his book "Notes of a cheat" repeatedly writes that playing cards well is half the battle. In order to win, you need to play on the gullibility of your potential partner, his opinion that you play no better than he does. Here is an example from his book: "...at Privoz at the entrance, in the most stinking place of human filth, confused stood a villager. In inconceivable striped pants with skeins at the knees, in an inconceivable mottled jacket, shiny from the garden dirt, with a cap over his head, which corresponded to the costume ensemble. He was looking for something in his pockets. He turned them out and extracted their contents: dirty ribbons, bazaar receipts, stumps of a bagel, a handkerchief, which he must have used to wipe his boots. And suddenly, a greasy, shaggy deck of cards and a stack, a thick stack of various kinds of dirty bills. The extracted items naively and trustingly held in his hand for now. - What did you sow, father? - One of the owners of the place, which was not the coziest in the sun, stood beside the citizen. - What?" said his father, without interrupting his search. - Oh, the cards, is it? - He looked sympathetically surprised. - Well. - Do you play cards, father? - evidently benevolently he switched to country accent. - Yes, I do, - trustingly, as to the neighbor across the wattle, confirmed the citizen. What a drag. This imported sycophant lured the little man into the game. And the little man loaded him up with eighteen grand. And he had to pay. Because the man's nickname was "Maestro".
Either the man was stupid and foolish, or too trusting, but it was the same thing. "Excessive trustfulness often turns out to be foolishness, Johann Nestroy wrote, - excessive mistrustfulness always turns out to be misfortune." Excessive gullibility is to man what ivy is to a tree. Even as a child, the green ivy began to look up to the tall, spreading tree. It looked proud and impregnable. The ivy that was creeping at its roots could only dream of the tree's height and beauty. It slowly coiled around it, praising its strength and beauty, and the tree, listening to the sweet speeches, did not mind at all. It liked the speeches of this little ivy, and it was all right if it went up a little and saw the world from a height, for it caused no inconvenience, and the sweet speeches were so pleasing to the ear! And the ivy rose higher and higher every day, its embrace grew tighter and tighter, and one day the tree realized that it could no longer free itself from its intrusiveness, and so it had to put up with its insolent neighbor. But the ivy did not stop, it enveloped the branches and leaves with its tenacious vines. The tree was dying, gasping for air, but the ivy paid no attention. It had achieved what it had never dared to dream of before; now it was on top. From the outside the tree still seemed sprawling and green, but as you got closer, it became clear that it was dead and dried up because of its trust. The treacherous ivy was on high, but the fate of the tree no longer bothered him at all.
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