Neck pain- flawed design? abuse?

This morning I woke up with the most excruciating pain in my neck; radiating to my face back to my neck and through my finger tips. Reasons better not explored.My very qualified friends with their eyeballs glued to computers know what I am talking about. My mum gave me certain tips to deal with it and my dad gave me sympathy. My friend gave me acupressure. Everything worked its own way and the pain got me thinking. With regards to my knowledge of the human anatomy, I find absolutely NO flaw in the human body design or structure EXCEPT the cervical vertebrae. I cannot understand why nature couldn't evolve this part of our skeleton. The design is flawed in terms of spatial positioning of the head (the jaw is too jutted), design (flimsy),  structure (i need stilts to prop up my head), I can go on and on. My point is how did THIS not evolve to support what seemingly is running the entire world aka BRAIN. Is the evolution happening for a better design in the generations to come....or should Homo Sapiens be just grateful to Nature that we are step up from the Neanderthal version. The most recent ancestor to us was from roughly 1,50,000 years ago. So are you telling me that our weird wobbly fragile necks aren't or haven't been on nature's list since then?  My observation is that our tendency to hurt (pull/sprain) our necks as compared to other body parts is a 10:1 (ok, 5:1 the pain made me bitter) and the pain JUST WON'T GO AWAY ! Do we really abuse our neck bones and muscles so much OR is the whole manufacturing and/or design severely flawed ? Or both??

its happened to the best of us

It's strange to think of one's life as an analogy to climbing a mountain. It's STRANGER to discover, after years of striving to reach the pinnacle, that it's the wrong slope. This is what happened to a good friend of mine..let's just call him Buddy. Buddy spent twenty five years of his life climbing the wrong mountain. Presumably he had to consider it time wisely spent. Either way, none could have told him he was persuasively climbing the wrong pile of garbage(Oh we tried telling). Buddy had to uncover the truth for himself. Truth be told, in the awkward way life happily screws us over, it happened to be the correct mountain !

Let me explain a bit, to understand the certainity of his existence, Buddy had to crawl up a gruelling slope that only led to the fulfillment of his ill-formed juvenile dreams. There was never an alternative mountain for him, simply because he was inept of imagining one. So he went on. Until one day, he looked around and saw that he'd reached the top. The apex. The place where vultures took a dump. And that's when he noticed the mountain he was always MEANT TO climb, far off in the distance. (there's more) ... everyone climbing that mountain was truly cheerful. So Buddy did the only thing a rational man could do in his situation, he shouted to those people and told them THEY were on the wrong mountain.