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Chris Lakin on X: "Locally optimal psychology There’s no way that chronic depression, self-loathing, poor agency, or muscle tension could be *optimal*… right? Jake was depressed for 6 months. He also felt horrible every time he interacted with other people because of his emotional insecurities. https://t.co/obCQZKLN6j" / X

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To view keyboard shortcuts, press question mark View keyboard shortcuts Home Explore Notifications Chat Grok Premium Bookmarks Creator Studio Profile More Post corbin @corbindreams Post See new posts Conversation Chris Lakin @chrislakin Locally optimal psychology There’s no way that chronic depression, self-loathing, poor agency, or muscle tension could be *optimal*… right? Jake was depressed for 6 months. He also felt horrible every time he interacted with other people because of his emotional insecurities. So without knowing how to outgrow his insecurities, his system basically had two options: 1. Interact with other people — and constantly feel horrible 2. Don’t interact with anyone unless absolutely necessary So his system converged on the second option, also known as “depression”. Depression certainly wasn’t the globally optimal strategy, but given the options, it was a locally optimal strategy. [Depression, the best strategy known and accessible at the time.] Once he ou

@chrislakin: Locally optimal psychology There’s no way that chronic depression, self-loathing, poor agency, or muscle tension could be *optimal*… right? Jake was depressed for 6 months. He also felt horrible every time he interacted with other people because of his emotional insecurities. So without knowing how to outgrow his insecurities, his system basically had two options: 1. Interact with other people — and constantly feel horrible 2. Don’t interact with anyone unless absolutely necessary So his system converged on the second option, also known as “depression”. Depression certainl

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