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Feeling Down? Well, if You're in the UK That Makes Sense: It's The UK Mental Wellbeing Ranking Has Fallen! One Nations Misery Is Another One Nations Happiness, Right?  Let's face it, life here in the UK isn't always sunshine and beer gardens. A recent study ranked us second to last in terms of mental wellbeing—ahhh! But before you book a one-way ticket to Benedorm, there's more to this. . .  The Telegraph points to a few possible culprits we could blame for these collective blues. One big finger points to the internet and social media  with its constant barrage of negativity and unrealistic portrayals of perfection. It aided the economic woes that put retail mostly online, providing many thriving towns into empty building projects and charity shop high streets! That's before we even get into culture wars, and wokism. It looks like we're turning into a  digitised national echo chamber, teeming with  screen addicts, who, on average, now spend less time making

A Unique Sheep

The Unique Sheep: Ironic Non-Conformist Ego's of the Flock? 

I've got an ego; we all do, but mines got class! Such amazing social ego. I'm unlike anyone else folks, look at me! Doesn't it smells like brain fart? Though mine does reek of masculinity because I'm rad. I don't want to ramble on about ego too much, but rather explore our fascination with individuality, because, well . . . I just think egotism is behind these self defining postures that people make. Oh, yeah, I want to explore how irrational we are as a species.


Along with ego, our best bits all tie together, somewhat like bondage, your nice bits turn blue and you just want to hurry up and get to the crack. We are wrapped up in ourselves to the point of distraction; hardly noticing anyone elses eccentricities or f***wittery, until we laugh at the other goof-balls on Gogglebox or Britain's Got Talent.


I'll start this of with a simple true life example of mine, then, I'll break it down. Once, my holier-than-thou religious cousin refused to let my mum inside her house, she called her evil; the presence of the nefarious hand of the dark lord Satan was clearly recognised by this biblically informed relation of mine. 


Then again, that's a bad example, you've not seen my mum. 


Then again, it is kinda funny how they both still make out they're normal. Here's a better example of irrational human behaviour: ass-hole bleaching. Contorting yourself in front of a mirror to bleach a little unseen hole just for the pleasure of having that secret gratifying knowledge, that you've got a flawless anus—it doesn't seem the norm, but it's a thing! promise you, I know people who do it for that very reason. I can imagine Lorraine Kelly having a pristine ass-hole. None of this stands out as ego so far; maybe irrationality. 

Nutty cartoon testicles
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Shaving off your eyebrows and then  pencilling them back on again is primary evidence that we're irrational! It's the go to example of dibsh***rery in the form of vanity, shooting itself in the ass. Also, why do people risk the knife? Without a doubt, we absolutely know surgery addiction can transform anyone, you could potentially become another Jocelyn Wildenstein


The social-media Sues and Facebook Steves of the world, might stake their mental diagnosis into their online profile presence to come across as unique, or special (you could claim to believe in The Elves). However, not even that will fairly define an individual, posting their Fifa playing skills is just as impactful, given the vast amount of statistical information that informs the very diagnostic classification manuals, by which, people are diagnosed. A mental illness hardly makes a three legged purple sheep of anyone does it? 

An anarchist sheep cartoon

Like many others, I've been a unique Sheep then I realised I wasn't alone entering into that irony of decorating myself with the fashion retailers drapery, to be different. I tried blinging up to try and break the mould, had a tattoo done like everyone else—maybe it's a teen thing? 


The actual endeavour to be unique comes with that inner guidance system that makes sure you don't go too far, because, in secret, it's all based on a framework of what's acceptable. Donnie Darko fits the unique sheep character in his movie of the same name. However, Tyler Durden from fight club is non-conformist and not a regular unique sheep who wants to impress the flock. There's a subtle difference between a lone wolf and a unique sheep.


However, my focus is on people like you'd find in reality, those real-life inbetweeners; who try to be non-conformist, unique, by following all the norms and behaving like immature teens. They even adopt new behaviours and try to fit in to other groups. 


Individualism, like what we see with the emo's or those rocker-types, laughs in the face of social acceptability, right? Then again, no emo wants to be ostracised for not adhering to the dress code of the peerage, do they?


Okay, in conclusion, we are the most advanced species on the planet. No argument there, but I can't help but wonder whether our advancement's are by-products of our batsh***ery or some strange Darwinian fluke. People might appear egotistical in their self 're-inventions' and plights for attention, but it is not always egoism, but something else. I guess labelling people as egotistical is an egotistical act itself? We are all human and imperfect, why not? 


All this aside, I can't end this without shining some light on our irrational fears, like spiders, you know where this is going. Around 55% of women and 18% of men are needlessly afraid of the little blighters! (Watts, M. & McKay, D. 2016). This extends to clowns, coulrophobia. We had a global clown phase! I conclude without a doubt that we are an irrational species. 

What do you think? 

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Reference:

Watts, M., & McKay, D. (2016). Fear of spiders questionnaire: Psychometric properties and correlation with spider stimuli. Journal of Anxiety Disorders [Online] Available from: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0887618516300147



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