Yes. We have come to a point where we find ourselves dependent on that post, that like, that tweet and that thread. We wake up to turn on our phones, not even giving thanks to the universe for breath we still have. It has become a norm, a practice, a tradition and a religion. We have given our selves to the public and forgone those privacy settings. It has been minded that we live our lives on social media, we want to document each and every thing concerning our most private lives. Our families are shared, what one wears, what they think, what one eats, how one eats, basically everything! We over-compensate, over-share and honestly we have become over-bearing. Of course, we want prompt responses, receive dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, and endorphins for a bunch of likes. We get sad and depressed when anyone judges us or fail to receive those…

The title may be a bit awkward, but today I wanted to delve into that unseen mystery that can cause you bad workplace relationships. This is when you are probably unaware that you may have a tendency that may be off-putting and causing whispering judgement against you. If you are not aware the Denning-Kruger effect is described as:

In the workplace you do find those who are unaware of their incapabilities. This means that the person will over inflate their work (especially things that don’t measure output), just to compare themselves and create a superior or higher superficial hierarchy. Some would say that, ‘it is those with their noses in the air’. These kind of colleagues are toxic, because there is more deviation from the actual job output. They tend to measure things like taking sides or being part of a workplace clique (I call them gangs), or…

I have lived 3 decades, and I can proudly say I am not impressed. The world is still fucked up. There is no difference to the olden days. Either be democracy – a promise of political freedom. There is still war, poverty, glamourised slavery, institutional racism, hate, senseless killing, class privy and so many social ills that can’t be fixed. I am a South African, and being born during a transitional phase between apartheid and democracy has been a blessing and a curse. I was blessed with being able to use any public space without fear of arrest, intimidation and killing. I was blessed to have received education and the benefits of a feeding scheme that lasted till my high school years (yes, I was a starving child, weirdly not because where I was raised we lacked food, juts that my mother was poor woman and an outcast in the…