You can see the future – what do you do? I would use my super-power once for evil (to win at Wall Street, obviously) and then only for harmless purposes, promise. Just imagine– no more food envy, no more Christmas-shopping stress, no more uncertainty-related angst of any description. Unfortunately though, most of us do not possess super-psychic powers and have to rely on our normal human brains for this and every task. How very vanilla.
‘Affective forecasting’ is what psychologists call it when we try to predict how a future event will impact our emotional well-being. For example, if I passed this exam, how happy would I be? If my boyfriend broke up with me, how unhappy would I become? How long would this unhappiness last?
The funny thing is, we’re really really bad at it.
You’re in London now. Baker Street tube station, London. April 2014.
Ian Maclaren (original: “Be pitiful, for every man is fighting a hard battle.”)
Winter wonderland in Hyde Park, London. November 2013.
Fear of missing out is one thing that every single one of us will openly admit to with a very distinct ‘I’m laughing but I’m not joking’ feel. Despite the FOMO label confusing the crap out of my parents (and most adult humans I attempt to communicate with to be honest), rejection is something which hurts everyone. Bad.
I came across something the other day which I absolutely love. Studies have shown that rejection is processed by our brain the same way that physical pain is – they both activate the same neural pathways and cascades. How awesome is that? OK, not that fun when you didn’t get the invite – but as a finding, how very telling.
Drinks at Doodle bar, Battersea. November 2013.
Science Museum, London. November 2013.
…that there are over 7 billion people alive today. That’s more than have ever died, ever.
This guy. Ginger & White in Hampstead, London. October 2013.
Excuse the rubbish phone photo, but this old boy made me giggle a lot. I was sitting outside having coffee and my lovely breakfast, minding my own business, when I spotted this chief. He just looked so grumpy.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery