ASMR – The Weird Addiction

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ASMR – ‘Autonomous sensory meridian response’

Or In other words:

The triggering of a tingling-like sensation spreading from the scalp down the spine as a result of visual or auditory stimuli.

Or in other words:

A brain gasm!

Over the passed couple of weeks I find myself watching and listening to more and more asmr videos. Either I’m somehow subconsciously super stressed or else I need to find a boyfriend. I don’t know, there’s just something so addictive about them! Who doesn’t want to be entranced into a semi-sedated state by the breathy vocals of ‘gentle whispering ASMR’ or ‘ASMR Ting Ting’?

But, to be honest, maybe I shouldn’t be so honest! Much to my own dismay I’ve even started listening to it at work! Dozing off instead of doing my spreadsheets is guaranteed to get me fired, I’ve no doubt! What should I do? Why do I enjoy it so much? Why do we all enjoy it so much? Or are you one of these people who doesn’t react to the asmr triggers, like one of those people who gets poked in the eye yet still stares straight ahead, or the type that doesn’t reciprocate a yawn. If this is you, you may also be a psychopath. Don’t believe me? Then read this.

Anyway enough about your psychopathic tendencies and back to my quarter-life crisis – how the f*ck do I lessen the amount of time I’m devoting to YouTube videos of people chewing squishy foods, tapping their fingernails and whispering softly?(Basically all of the steps I attempt in my endeavours to pull a hot guy at the bar.)

You may be thinking to yourself, where’s the harm? There’s worse things I could be doing, like racing baby snails against their will or forcing myself to run 10km on the gym’s treadmill. I wish I could agree with you, but there is indeed harm being caused by this pleasurable pastime (this sounds gross). I shouldn’t be yearning for spine tingles at 12.30pm on a Wednesday afternoon while making a pie chart and eating slightly salted walnuts. Maybe at midnight when I’m trying to drift off but not midday, surely?!

Addiction is a terrible thing, I need to think of ways to get out of this rabbit hole. Maybe I’ll start watching videos of how to stop watching asmr, only to find myself becoming addicted to them.

Pray for me!

The Psychology of Value – Culture

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Carrying on from yesterday’s post, I noted how this concept of value stems from our childhoods. How we internally form an attachment to particular items we deem as ‘ours’  from a young age.

Yet when comparing this globally, there are certain cultures where regardless of age, this trend does not appear. For example in a study conducted by scientists at Yale University , researchers ran a study on the Hadza people of Northern Tanzania to determine whether the Endowment effect took place within the community or not. When conducted it was found that of the Hadza people who lived closer to the towns or villages which exhibited markets and were therefore exposed to a society where money was exchanged for goods, 25% of them were willing to trade their original gifted item for a new one i.e. trade the lighter they were given for a biscuit or vice versa.

Comparing this to the Hadza people that lived further away from the villages and towns, in a more isolated community, a greater proportion – 53% in the group were more willing to trade. So why is this so? The people in the more ‘isolated’ environment, the hunter-gatherer population, they lived in an egalitarian society and so the movement of goods is much more open and shared more evenly between group members.

Looking at this one example, it can be said that emphasis on the society we grow up in, the environment we grow up in are key factors to how we value the things in our lives.

In relation to this, if we return to the initial point of ‘monetary’ value, socio-economic factors can be linked to certain types of culture, for example gang culture. With this I ask the question:
What does the word ‘value’ mean in an impoverished community?

The Psychology of Value

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What do you think is more valuable, the price of these rings in the picture, or, the relationship symbolised by them?

No rush to answer! How about the question below instead, as a continuation from yesterday’s post:

 

If I gifted you a Swiss chocolate bar to begin with then a few moments later asked if you’d like to swap that chocolate bar for a new white coffee mug, would you do it?

I didn’t think so either, so why is this? Maybe you like chocolate more than mugs (same here)? But the psychology behind ownership  isn’t that straightforward. In a study by Kahneman, Knetsch and Thaler, when the experiment was conducted in the both the way outlined  above and also the opposite i.e. when students given mugs first were then asked if they wanted to swap it for some of Switzerland’s finest cocoa products, the majority refused to swap the item they were initially given for the item up for grabs in return. So why is this?

Scientists believe it may be  because of the psychological phenomenon known as the ‘Endowment Effect’. Which put simply is the idea that people place more value on something they ‘own’ than the very same object which they have not inherited. For example, say we had two identical water bottles. If I were to give you one and ask you a few moments later if you’d like to swap. Chances are you wouldn’t, even when knowing the two items are basically equal in value in terms of money and use.

But that’s just it. The intrinsic value that your water bottle has to you is more than that of my water bottle.  In those precious few minutes you held your gifted bottle you developed an ‘attachment’ to it. This attachment idea stems from childhood: It is theorized that throughout our childhood, we grew accustomed to placing value to particular objects, be it a certain blanket or a toy,  as if believing that they have a ‘unique’ essence.

Not limited to the imaginations of our juvenile selves, this trait follows us into adulthood and if anything becomes more elaborate.From celebrity memorabilia to refusing to detach ourselves from the possessions of passed loved ones, it’s as if we feel better connected to these individuals through their materialistic items.

 

When it comes to ownership, culture also plays a part.

 

Explained in tomorrow’s post!

 

How Important Is Your Health?

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The answers is yes, if you don’t have a screw loose, but if this is the answer then why do so many of us struggle to keep the gym routine in check, or even have one to begin with?

How often should you really go to the gym?

It’s  a shame to say it but yes, I skip leg day! And every other day that involves strenuous exercise! Although the truth must be told, when I’m in the mood to willingly work up a sweat I do ask myself the same questions -‘ how often do I need to go’ and ‘at what time of the day is best?’

Let’s have science pull their weight on this one:

How often do I need to go?

The obvious response here would be to say ‘how fit do you want to be?’ But there’s more to it than that, studies have shown that it takes approximately 2 weeks of inactivity to start to lose your cardio fitness and 3 weeks to start losing muscle strength.

So with all this inactivity making your Summer body fade in a heartbeat, what really is the minimum amount of exercise us lazy sods can get away with to still maintain that body of a Greek God? Well, the general consensus seems to be at approx 2 – 3 days a week. With 41 per cent of Britons aged 40-60 failing to walk for even ten minutes a month according to the independent even this seems like a stretch! The report also states that training 3 times a week is a good aim to have when your goal is to stay fit and healthy, and not necessarily to become Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson.

What time of the day is best to workout?

There’s this idea that working out in the morning on an empty stomach will boost energy levels and promote weight loss, others believe an evening session will be more beneficial at it gives time for your body to naturally warm up throughout the day and so be ready for the routine come evening.

Once I heard about these two theories it made me even more torn on which is best to choose. This video below gives alot of great variables and actually mentions how muscle growth is slightly increased on a consistent evening workout as oppose to that during  the morning.

But I think the best answer is the following – “the best time to work out is the time you’re most likely to work out.” The words of Chris Jordan, an exercise physiologist who created the Johnson & Johnson 7 minute workout

And to add to that – doing any sort of activity being low, moderate or high is still better than doing none, if not for physical health then mental health in my opinion.

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Poem – What’s In A Tattoo?

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The needle pierces my body,

But I feel no pain.

 

Black Ink drowns my pores,

Euphoria begins.

 

I am in paradise,

I am transformed.

 

My skin marked before my eyes,

An external expression of an inner form.

 

This is the poem I wrote for my first ever podcast published on my blog! I wanted to juxtapose the sensation of pain from a tattoo gun with the pleasure that the individual is feeling by marking their skin in this way. And then finishing the poem with the thought I have on all tattoos – they come from a place of inner emotion.

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Why The Winter Blues?

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With the sun getting lazier and lazier these November nights, returning to its slumbers faster than I’m sure the majority if us would like, as a result, I hear the miserable moans and groans of grief-stricken commuters. The winter blues have well and truly set in for some and it’s still only autumn! They have alot more groaning to do in that case!

In all fairness I can see why the dark nights and grey days aren’t getting people cartwheeling down the streets but at the same time, with the dark nights come the cosy evenings. The hot meals, the trashy TV and fluffy socks. The colder weather brings out the more comfortable gear, cable-knit jumpers and long Johns are all of our secret wardrobe faves let’s be honest!

With so many things to get down about as the daylight hours decline, let me point out 5 good things to look forward to in these chillier months ahead:

1) Bubble Baths And Steaming Hot Showers. Nothing says I love winter more than ‘so hot it will skin you alive’ showers and ‘prune inducing’ bathtime.

2) Hair To Stay! Yes, long-sleeves, trousers and tights have never been more welcomed on the bodies of those still recovering from  the stubble trauma of summer’s shaving, plucking and waxing shenanigans.

3) Gout –  Just In Time For Christmas. There’s no better excuse to pile on the carbs than in the dark days of November. Take it as a ‘end of year preparation’ for the real feasting to take place at Christmas. Why have pasta and not garlic bread, or a burger without the bun when you could instead have both, at the same time?! The more calorific the meal, the more terrific the meal you’re mantra should be. Cold months call for extra insulation so happy eating!

4) Binge Binge Binge TV. OK, well, most of us make this an all year event but personally, I like to use the more dismal months as an excuse for watching endless hours of Dr. Phil and Munchies.

5) You Look Frumpy And Baggy And Noone Cares. Yes, snugly clothing makes a much yearned for comeback. No one cares if I wear my pyjamas under my puffer coat, they’re probably doing the same. Skin-tight clothing can be for Summer, it’s time to relax and be comfortable in your own skin for atleast  a couple months, right?!

So are Winter blues still a thing for you?

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Poem: 5th November 1605

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The dank presence of gunpowder fills their lungs.

Settling smoke distorts their view.

5th November 1605 – a night like any other.

If only this were really  true.

 

Traders to country, traitors to crown.

The Gunpowder Plot,

Dismembered, put down.

 

Destructive paths each had chosen,

Treasonous, treacherous.

Yet failed to make any  explosion.

 

Remember, remember,

The 5th of November.

A night to celebrate failure.

For to do evil on another man.

Will result in evil brought to the deliverer.

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Poem: Cold

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It’s cold outside,

My windows – opaque.

Toes –  curled up tight.

Hands – beginning to shake.

 

Amber embers of fire flicker,

I begin to rock.

My breath in the air grows thicker,

There’s a hole in my sock.

 

The fat black cat returns back,

She always let’s in the cold.

I bolt shut the cat flap.

As she squeezes out the window.

 

If only I had another pair of socks,

Or a lazy fat black cat.

For now I’m running out of luck.

As the fire’s just blown out by the draught.

 

 

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Why Do We Dress Up Like Kn*bs On Halloween?

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If you read my earlier post, the title above may have sprung to mind. It is a weird concept if we remove ourselves from the festivities for just a second, and instead have a momentary out of body experience.

Envision yourself looking at your badly sewn together costume, your lop-sided devil horns and staining-for-weeks pasty make-up. Who the devil are you suppose to be? You’re certainly not getting into Hell now. Why is it that we make special efforts on this October night in particular to look extra garish?

Well, let me tell you:

Blame the grandparent’s grandparent’s grandparents

That’s right, the geriatrics are the reason pestering brats come knocking on your door demanding your diabetes inducing sweeties. As it turns out that the ancient Indo-European group, who lived 2,000 years ago, called ‘The Celts‘ celebrated the end of their calendar year on 31st October. It marks the end of harvest season and the beginning of Winter. The festival of celebration is named ‘Samhain‘, pronounced ‘sow-in’. It is believed that the festival has Celtic pagan origins.

So how does this relate to your dad dressing up as Batman?

Costumes during Samhain were worn and fires were lit to ward off any ghosts of the dead, which were believed to rise on the 31st October.  In addition to encouraging the foretelling of prophecies by priests and Druids and sacrificial practices to the Celtic deities.

Over time, for example with the invasion of the Romans and influence of Christianity led to a blending of cultural practices on this final October day. Roman’s influenced the ‘bobbing for apples’ by honouring the goddess of fruit and trees – Pomona. Christianity brought ‘All Saints Day’ known as ‘All Hallows day’ a church sanctioned holiday at the time (1000 AD). This took place on November 1st and so 31st October became known as ‘All Hallows Eve’ and eventually ‘Halloween‘.

Why The Term ‘Trick Or Treat?’

At least as far back as the 15th century, among Christians, there had been a custom of sharing soul-cakes at Halloween. People would visit houses and take soul-cakes, either as representatives of the dead, or in return for praying for their souls.

The distribution of soul cakes was encouraged by the church as a way to replace the ancient practice of leaving food and wine for roaming spirits. The practice, which was referred to as “going a-souling” was eventually taken up by children who would visit the houses in their neighbourhood and be given ale, food and money.

 

So there you have it, thank the ancestors for all of these spooky shenanigans.

Happy Halloween!

Check out my Celtic visit to Newgrange

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Poem: Halloween

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Halloween

Didn’t you hear the scream?

It’s half past 9 or is it 9.15?

I need to wake up from this nightmarish dream.

 

Plump pumpkin’s are carved,

Their flesh scooped from their core.

Night has fallen upon us,

Yet it’s only half past 4.

 

A tar-like black shrouds the moon in mystery.

Is it a night full of tricks and treats?

Or a night full of misery?

 

Mini skeletons and pirates play in the gardens,

Meanwhile the adults keep their skeletons in closets.

Dare to dance with the Devil? I ask myself.

Why yes I would.

So I dance alone and in step.

 

 

 

The Best Worst Halloween Costumes

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Halloween is arguably one of the more ‘fun’ holidays of the year, when else do you have an excuse to dress up as giant genitalia or………

A Venus Fly Trap

Venus Fly Trap Costume - best worst Halloween costumes

Escapade certainly haven’t left any out any costume of the imagination as it proudly displays the purchasable plant + pot duo online. (Image courtesy of Escapade)

Roadkill

Roadkill fancy dress costume sold by Rasta Imposta. Best worst Halloween costumes 2018

Going to the complete other end of the spectrum now for all you animal lovers out there. Yes, ‘roadkill’ can be sported by those bordering on insanity this Halloween courtesy of Rasta Imposta The fact that there’s a kid in there makes it all the more disturbing! Don’t you think? (Image courtesy of Amazon).

The Addicts Combo

Worst Halloween Costumes 2018

So wrong but so right at the same time, I don’t know who owns this picture but I want to thank you and shake my head in shame at the same time for releasing this to the world.

Baby Pot Leaf

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There’s a bit of a foliage trend going on here, first the fly trap now this, thank you for this cute yet disturbing image Daily Beast.

I Can’t

Worst Halloween Costumes 2018

Ebay why! 😦 I had to keep the best, I mean worst till last, right?!

 

Poem – Shy

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I’m Shy.

Is that ok?

I know I should meet your eyes more than sometimes.

But I don’t.

Should I be ashamed?

 

I get nervous when around strangers.

Find I become a stranger in myself.

I feel paranoid of the dangers,

That lurk just behind the shelf.

 

I’m angry for being this way.

Why can’t I just change?

Why do others seem so confident?

While I remain so restrained?

 

But really, where is the fault in being shy?

Shyness is not weakness,

Anyone that says this, says a lie.

This fact’s undefeated.

 

To be shy is to be cautious of the world around you,

Not to stick your head in an oven because the guy ahead did it before you.

Shyness should be accepted as part of my nature.

And not as a burden or ill-fitting feature.

 

We are all so different.

And this is a great thing.

I shouldn’t want to be you

And you shouldn’t want to be me.

 

Be the person you want to be,

Whether that’s shy, loud or somewhere inbetween.

 

Are We Trapped As A Society To Work For Money And Not Passion?

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Are we trapped as a society to work for money and not passion? For status and not enjoyment?

“Choose a job you love and you’ll never have to work a day in your life.” – Confucius.

But this is exactly my point, do we really have a choice?

My short answer, in my opinion, is yes we do. But I didn’t always think this way, and here’s why.

Childhood

Life as a child is so short and so blissful. Children are full of innocence and curiosity for the world surrounding them. I remember days when making sure I ate all of my lunch and coloured in the full picture of a tiger were my biggest concerns. Fast forward 10 years and I’m 15, choosing my subjects for my first set of career decision making exams, which in the UK are called – GCSE’s.

It was at this stage that I realised that freedom was slipping out of my grasp, with my career’s teacher pining in my ear about how unemployable I’ll be without choosing a Science careerpath and with an older brother naturally adept for Bunsen burner lighting and nitrogen peroxide creating I figured I had to follow suit.

If you would’ve asked me what I truly wanted to be at 15, I may have had no clue. But would that have been necessarily wrong? I think back fondly and daydream about choosing to be a dancer or linguist but it makes me a little annoyed so I don’t do it often. I don’t mean to sound bitter towards an institutionalised system, I can’t blame them wholeheartedly for the decisions I made afterall. But there is something that has to be said for the influence of a teacher at these crucial stages of a child’s career choices. I remember a friend of mine, despite wanting to then be a doctor deciding not to choose biology because the teacher she had was incredibly rude to her. So already at a tender age, the schooling system has us in a choke-hold for what it means to be successful and for what it means to be socially squeezed out of a careerpath you may at one stage desired so greatly.

As I moved through the education system my subject were filtered evermoreso until I reached the point of finishing my grammar school at age 17 with 3 science subjects. At this stage it can be argued that regardless of the subjects I now had, I could go and be that dancer if I wanted to, sure, I could. But the linguist? My point being , I already chosen my fate. Out of passion, NO. But instead, out of fear. I’m not trying to put down science – I will always have an interest in it but just not as a full time career. Nor am I wholeheartedly putting blame on anyone else for my career choices, although I feel as a child, growing up, you are highly influenced by the adults around you. Adults of which, in my case, made me fear the idea of not being employed without a ‘respectable degree’.

I feel there is no better example where it is the stick over the carrot than in career choices for alot of us. “Oh it’s fine, it’s not what I love but it pays the bills.” We try to convince ourselves in the precious time left outside of the 9-5pm haul that we can make up for lost time by enjoying this period to the max. With the money we earn. This is where I wonder is money the carrot or the stick? More money  more enjoyment or more money = more pressure?

I truly feel if money didn’t exist and we all pursued a career we were truly passionate about then productivity and performance levels would surpass the imaginable.

Is money the motivator in your career choices? Do you believe career choices for the majority are driven by fear (unemployment, status, quality of life) over passion?

5 Concentration Boosting Tips

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As humans, I think it’s fair to say procrastinating is in our blood, some of us just do it less than others. If you want to be one of ‘those’ productive people  then give these 5 concentration-boosting methods a go:

  1. 1. Eating Tasty Food

Yes, that’s right munching on blueberries, dark chocolate, avocados, seafood and much much more good stuff gives the brain a nutrient boost of e.g. antioxidants, omega-3 fatty acids, B and E vitamins to name just a few. All of which will act as brain fuel while you continue with the task of spelling your name correctly for the first time. The struggle is real!

  1. Hug Hug Hug

Hugging has been scientifically proven to reduce anxiety by increasing the amount of endorphins in the blood stream. A decrease in anxiety will allow you to focus more intently and for longer.  Less time will be spent biting your nails down to the bone and more time on scrawling out your latest fan-fiction novel.

  1. Quidditch Match

Who doesn’t love prepping their brain for some Pythagoras theorem than by running around a poorly marked football pitch with a broom between their legs screaming ‘QUAFFLE’! That’s right, exercise does more than just the heart good. That sponge in your head will be thankful too. According to Harvard Medical school, exercise actually results in chemicals (Brain Derived Neurotrophic Factor – rewires memory circuits so they work better) being released by the brain which reduces ‘memory fog’ and cognitive decline. The key is for the exercise to be regular and moderately intense, so sorry, but if the odd jog to the supermarket for milk late at night in your slippers is your type of ‘exercise’ then prepare to forget your name by the time you’re 30.

  1. What’s That Smell?

The BBC reported that smelling lamb’s favourite herb – rosemary can increase memory, Huffpost, shared that cinnamon could increase mind sharpness and that peppermint could boost concentration. Inc, also supported the brain boosting effects of rosemary and peppermint by writing that the former can promote memory and alertness while the latter could enhance the accuracy of memory. * Just to note, these studies focused on essential oils, not your mum’s spice cupboard.

  1. Watch Funny Cat Videos

It’s been reported that laughter helps strengthen the immune system, but what has this got to do with building up our willpower? As mentioned by ABC the BBC (so many letters), having a good laugh can boost your willpower levels. But how? Supposedly laughing releases endorphins and reduces the stress hormone (cortisol) concentrations in our blood, as a result this helps boost our immune system which in exchange changes our brain wave activity, changing it more towards a ‘gamma frequency’ which aids memory recall.   So perhaps taking 5 mins to watch some funny clips or listen to your favourite comedian could just be what you need to be at your most productive.

Well, I hope you’ve been concentrating throughout my spiel above, if not I hope the distracting cat videos were worth it!! 😦

 

**This post is intended for ERIC Magazine.

Poem – The Fall of Autumn

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Death never looked so beautiful,

Leaf litter burnt orange in the fading Autumn sun,

Crunches beneath my feet as the day carries on.

 

The air is colder,

Green is no longer seen.

The days are shorter,

A Midsummer Night is merely but a dream.

 

Ochre, pumpkin,  chestnut and crimson.

All show their true colours to this decaying season.

Autumn – like a Pageant Queen Killer,

Gushes with guilt,

As she plants the kiss of death.

On her Mother Nature.

 

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The Woes Of Recording Your Own Voice.

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So, here I am, staring down the barrel of a gun, otherwise known as my Blue Yeti USB microphone. My lip starts to quiver then an absolute torrent of inaudible words start spewing out of my mouth uncontrollably. I’m supposed to be doing my intro to my very first podcast but instead I’m building up a sweat and the odd heart palpitation.

Should I make a script or just ad lib it? Well, as I’ve just mentioned above, the ‘off the bat’ approach just wasn’t cutting the mustard so I decided to jot down a few bullet points. You know, just things like not forgetting to mention ‘hello’, or my name, or why I’m even doing the damn podcast, pretty much every word I would most likely forget had I not clamped the post-it note down to the desk right infront of me.

So with the  script in place and microphone at the ready I start talking gibberish. I stutter, I mumble, I do everything in my power to seem absolutely powerless to my nerves. But why am I so nervous, it’s just me in the room (I hope)? But microphones are intimidating objects, like uncorked wine bottles, just begging you to drink their insides. As I stare down at my mic it glares back up at me and begins to whisper about how groggy my voice will sound on the recording, how everyone listening will laugh at me, how I need a lozenge asap. I silence my mic by suffocating it with my hand, I slam the switch off and I begin the cry into my hands. Will this podcast ever come to be I ask myself?

Days go by, and each time I walk passed my mic it hisses at me with spite. I lock it in the cupboard fearing that I’ll never get to record my thoughts on the taste of water or whether Veganism is just a fad. Holding on to the rough recordings I made before my mic mouthed off at me, I decided to have a moment of insanity and play them back on my laptop.

All I can say is, well…….nothing at all really. I was floored, speechless, by the sound of my own slurred words. To say it sounded like nails on a chalk board would be an understatement. My microphone was right! I sounded like sh*t!

I haven’t used my mic or opened my mouth since, this was weeks ago, will I ever speak again and even more importantly than that, will me and Mikey ever rekindle our friendship?? TBC

23 Things learned At 23

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1. My quarter life crisis is just around the corner (that’s at 25 for all you fraction phobics).

2. I can no longer sing the lyrics of Wheatus’ – Teenage Dirtbag without shuddering with guilt at the fact that am no longer a teenager.

3. My first silver hair has sprung out of nowhere, hopefully it doesn’t get a neighbour anytime soon.

4. I’m now eligible to start using wrinkle creams (atleast that’s what the drugstore is saying).

5. Getting asked for ID at clubs and pubs is greatly lessening.

6. Drinking does not do a body good.

7. 32 is not the new 23. I may not be a teen but I’m no old crow just yet!

8. Getting giddy about buying new curtains for the bathroom marks the loss of my youthfulness.

9. By this stage in life you’re either fresh back from travelling and stuck in an office job or dead in a ditch (from travelling or having enough of your office job).

10. I now get money and vouchers as birthday presents instead of fun days out and colouring pencils.

11. All my colleagues at work are atleast double my age.

12. Trying to figure out the necessity of a pension is like trying to figure out the necessity of wasps in our lives (they don’t make honey)!

13. My friends are now either engaged, married or popping out their second child (first one being due to an accidental teenage pregnancy).

14. Being single at this age scares my aging parents.

15. I’ve finally came to the realisation that I’m not going to grow any taller.

16. Too young to be taken seriously by men in suits, too old to be taken seriously by youths.

17. Education never prepared me for the conditioning needed to skilfully brew the perfect cuppa for the work colleagues.

18. The parents miss me but not as much as they use to. (Tears of sadness when I left for uni at 18, tears of joy when I leave after visits at 23).

19. If I was a tree I’d have 23 rings!

20. If I was a dog I’d be 〖94〗_2^1 years old!

21. If I was a cat I’d be dead.

22. 23 in French is ‘vingt-trois’ (vahn-twah)!

23. Age is but a number!

Oh The Quarrels Of Buying A New Camera

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So, I’m not placing any bets on becoming the next Steven Spielberg anytime soon, although needless to say I quite fancy my chances at dabbling in a bit of vlogging in the near future. In addition to perhaps snapping a few odd pictures of  little wilting dandelions, or, if I time it right, the mugshot of a randomer stuffing their face full of food. My point being, I wanted a camera that would be above average at both photography and videography with a below average price tag, for I’ve no shame in admitting that I’m ballin’ on a tight tight budget!

I began my quest many moons ago and only now have I ordered my new country walk companion. One of the earliest obstacles I had to hurdle over was the decision to join either team Nikon or team Canon. It was like choosing which arm I wanted to chop off, right or left. How about none! So, you guessed it, no choice was made for a good few weeks until I came to the sudden realisation that if I don’t pick this damn camera soon then I’ll never pick it! After careful research I went with Canon, not to say I won’t ever get a Nikon but in my experience I just found more reviews on Canon products online and therefore I could learn more about Canon models than Nikon. And boy did I learn! I think I could draw the diagram of the internal workings of  a DSLR camera in my sleep now, and it ain’t a pretty picture ( that’s a digital single-lens reflex camera for all you novices out there. Come on, get reading)! All those complicated cogs and lenses led to some (incredibly dry) interesting reads on my weekday evenings I can tell you that much.

So I gave myself a budget and a level of competency to aim for, around £350/ $396 and beginner level/hobbyist. My dreams were crushed. Only the bulky EOS 1300D sat in that price range on my findings. A good beginner camera sure, but without an articulating screen I’m f*cked. I’ll be taking selfies of my scalp at that rate. So, carrying on I delved into the world of the Rebels (T5/EOS 1200D, T6i/EOS750D, T6s/EOS 760D, T7/EOS 2000D, T7i/ EOS 800D). Reading these numbers should give you a taster into the kind of research that needed doing, Needless to say I went for none of the models above in the end!

And instead I got the Canon Rebel SL2 / EOS 200D! Hence I’m now eating toast and beans for a month and still trying to decipher the big words on the first page of the instruction manual.  So take from that what you will!

But it’s worth it, I want to make best quality of documentaries and blogs that I can, what’s the point of having a good story idea if your visuals let you down? Spielberg eat your heart out son!

 

**In future I’ll do a more condensed post on why I actually chose the SL2 camera in particular and how it functions and not just a mini rant! Because I relied alot on other people reviews when choosing this one.

 

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