>офис обзавежданеlly after many years of knowing this but with no proof to back me up, research has proven that being grumpy is good for you!
An Australian psychology expert who has been studying emotions has found being grumpy makes us think more clearly.
In contrast to those annoying happy types, miserable people are better at decision-making and less gullible, his experiments showed.
While cheerfulness fosters creativity, gloominess breeds attentiveness and careful thinking, a grumpy person can cope with more demanding situations than a happy one because of the way the brain “promotes information processing strategies.
Professor Forgas said: “Whereas positive mood seems to promote creativity, flexibility, co-operation and reliance on mental shortcuts, negative moods trigger more attentive, careful thinking, paying greater attention to the external world.”
Oh how happy my wife was when I pointed out the article to her, actually happy is not the right word she was rather grumpy about it (a new convert) and waltzed off muttering something about how unbearable her life was going to be now I’m armed with this information.
See I knew modelling my life on Oscar the Grouch would reap benefits in the long run (Oscar is a sesame street character for all those that didnt grow up watching it).
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Anyone else sick to death of seeing Nicole Kidman trying to get you to buy one of these so called brain training games for the DS or the middle aged people enthusing about the benefits of these wonder games.
Anyone else with a modicum of intelligence actually sat there and thought “gimmick”!
Well fear not, a research study has now proved these games are not miracles on a cartridge, heres an excerpt from the study…
” People who spend money on “brain trainers” to keep their minds agile may get the same results by simply doing a crossword or surfing the internet, according to research published recently.
A panel of experts, including eminent neuroscientists, found there was no scientific evidence to support a range of manufacturers’ claims that the gadgets can help improve memory or stave off the risk of illnesses such as dementia.”
They later go on to say that people who are buying these games should continue to buy them and of course they should. They are fun little games and if you enjoy them then by all means enjoy them until you are old and senile. But don’t fall prey to some false claims that might be made in advertising.
If you want to become smarter…take a class. If you just want intellectual stimulation, there are cheaper and equally effective ways of getting it. Of course none of them involve tapping a screen with a stylus but beggars can’t be choosers. It really does worry me that some people took the idea that these games could really affect you so seriously that studies have been done.
And if I have to listen to one more person tell me what their brain training age is then I’m sorry but I am going to twat them with the everlasting sanding disc that was once sold on QVC , which was sold as “you buy one you get one free”…. sort of defeats the hype of it being everlasting if you get two.
(Had to explain that last bit for any readers improving their intelligence with brain training)
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Does your cat bring you offerings?
We have received many offerings from the various cats my wife has owned over the years, from mice being left on the bottom of our bed in our first house, not the greatest thing to wake up to first thing…. dead mice on your bed and a cat proudly telling you what he accomplished.
Frogs delivered in our front room, mostly dead but one was alive and hopping around which sent me running for cover…. I hate frogs!
A pigeon delivered by Garfield, a fat lazy cat much like the TV character…. we thought Garfield must have fell off the fence and squat the bird to kill it, there was no way he stalked it…
Someones pet rabbit was dragged into the kitchen one day by one of the cats, hurriedly buried in the bin by wifey.
The other day Smudge, her current hunter brought in the best offering yet, we dont know how long he stalked his prey, I’m sure it took an age to creep up on his victim, silently watching and appraising it, choosing the optimum angle of attack before swiftly ending its life and then dragging it home to share with us his family.
Whilst I appreciate all the hard work he put in to bring home the kill I am sure someone was mightily pissed off to find the fresh chicken they had left out to prepare for their Sunday dinner had mysteriously vanished from their kitchen!
Fast food for cats eh!
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We’ve just been on holiday in Spain, staying at my cousins farm near a small town called Flix. The town was holding its annual fiesta whilst we were there and we went to a few of the events, mostly held in the evening and on into the night (its bloody hot during the day so most events are in the cooler evening).
Now the whole time we were in Flix enjoying the fiesta we never saw one bit of trouble, the whole town was out celebrating and drinking and we never saw any trouble at all….
Contrast this with a trip to our local supermarket on our return to the UK, wifey was doing her shopping in a nearby town and she witnessed some moron bottling another guy with a bottle of wine outside the supermarket. We had ony been back in the UK a matter of 4 hours and she had to witness the yob culture that has been allowed to breed in our country!
Maybe the powers that be should visit Spain and see a culture where the family means everything, where yobbish behaviour is not tolerated and the drinking culture isnt rife.
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Dreams are the weirdest things possible, without the use of illegal substances.
Last night I was having a dream where I was swimming in a small harbour trying to fix cousin Heidi’s internet connection, I struggled for ages sorting out the problem which eventually turned out to be corroded terminals (its a dream) not a shock really as it was underwater.
Next I was in an old friends shop (havent seen said friend for 15 years) and he could’nt turn off the shops alarm, so ages was spent in the dream trying to get to the alarm (next to impossible) and trying everything to turn it off.
The alarm noise was getting louder and louder and more and more annoying as no matter what was tried the alarm would not stop, things were by now frantic in my dream and I was at a point of desperation when I heard wifey say “time to get up” completely weird as she wasnt in the dream but after a short while my brain worked out she was trying to wake me it became apparent that the alarm in my dream was her annoying bloody alarm clock!
A couple questions arose from this dream..
How does our subconcious mind incorporate external sounds in our dreams? Kinda freaky if you ask me…
Why am I dreaming about a friend that I havent seen for 15 years?
Why does this friend own a stupid furniture shop?
And when did cousin Heidi sell his farm and go to live in a harbour?
Oh and wifey’s annoying alarm clock is now situated on her side of the bed and she has been reprimanded for not switching the alarm off sooner, causing stress in my dreams.
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