Open: Adjectives that are selected by both the participant and his or her peers are placed into the Open quadrant. This quadrant represents traits of the subjects that both they and their peers are aware of.
Hidden: Adjectives selected only by subjects, but not by any of their peers, are placed into the Hidden quadrant, representing information about them their peers are unaware of. It is then up to the subject to disclose this information or not.
Blind Spot: Adjectives that are not selected by subjects but only by their peers are placed into the Blind Spot quadrant. These represent information that the subject is not aware of, but others are, and they can decide whether and how to inform the individual about these "blind spots".
Unknown: Adjectives that were not selected by either subjects or their peers remain in the Unknown quadrant, representing the participant's behaviors or motives that were not recognized by anyone participating. This may be because they do not apply or because there is collective ignorance of the existence of these traits."
I put this name, Johari in my Facebook ID. Reason, to remind me of this phenomenon.
There are always part of me that already well known, and I need not elaborate more.
There are parts of me that are hidden, which I only disclose to a few close ones.
There are parts of me that I never see, but others can; and I hope those that can let me know. If it is good, I’m happy to continue. If it is bad, help me to improve.
There are parts of me that neither I nor others know. That, is something we need to discover together.
If there is a day when someone tell me a flaw in me, that I never aware of, what will I do? Will I able to accept that flaw is part of me? Will I even acknowledge it? Will I able to really stop it? I do not know.
Is it intended? I know not. Am I the person I always think I am? I know not. I know what I want, but I can’t read myself. That’s why I do need others…to let me know where I did wrong, to let me know my flaws.
There are times when my flaws become hurtful to others. I do not expect forgiveness, but at least a chance of redemption, a way to improve, an encouragement to fix it. Do I expect too much?
Nobody’s perfect. Is that my excuse or a fact? Do I mean what I say? I believe I do, but my action did say otherwise. Is that me? Yes it is.
If there is a mistake, I blame no one but myself. But sometimes, I alone has no the strength to overcome it. I do need help. So please help me. It can be as simple as a moral support, or an encouragement or just a space for me to speak up.
I don’t like to bring my sorrow to my close ones. Yet I can deny I need them in order for me to go on. I’m a lonely man. I have taken a lot by myself, for 30 years. I’m tired.
So, please don’t ignore me when I need you most. I need support most, when I realized I am not the man I think I am. It shattered my confident, dimmed my hope, sucked my energy away, lost my way.
It is horrible. I can’t take it.
