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.
 

happiness

Is happiness a phase or a state of mind or a way of life...how far is contentment from happiness...do we assume that being content is the same thing as being happy...

household cleaners and perils of being a neat freak

Being reasonably okayish in chemistry has always had its flip sides. The moment I hear someone whine about a particular stain or a sticky chimney my brain would go into a overdrive and start working on the chemical constitution of the stain. I would come up with all sorts permutations and combinations to get the stain/ ickyness off and have a sparkling garment/surface. the funny part about being a neat freak is the willingness to go to any lengths to get that "fresh out of factory" finish; be it kitchen counters, chimney grills, table cloths, couch cushions....hold on sounds like the 50's!!!! I gave it a thought,is this what is pulling women down; their eye to details. Are we so lost in the concentrating on the details that we lose focus of bigger things in life? I realized being a neat freak has nothing to do with being a woman. It is a mindset;innate or acquired. A good friend told me that being a neat freak can probably be traced down to your brought up; pretty evident. What worries me is the obsession for neatness becoming a compulsion (OCD). So I made a little test. I start timing myself when i have to think about cleaning a certain are/object. If the time exceeds a period of more than 120 minutes, it is official I have been possessed by the thought. 

TECHNOLOGICALLY CHALLENGED

As I feel more and more alone, my phone confidently connects with everyone. As I feel more and more lost, my phone calmly knows how to get anywhere. As I struggle to remember silly things like the name of that movie with the boat , my phone smugly recalls literally everything. As I increasingly lose the nouns, verbs and adjectives that once stood ready to articulate my thoughts, my phone taunts me with its instant access to all the words there have ever been. There is only one possible conclusion. Slowly, without realizing it, I seem to have outsourced my mind to my phone. And to make matters worse, the damn thing knows it... and it's starting to screw with me. Several times during the day I feel it buzz in my pocket, alerting me that some vital information has just arrived. Then, when I look, there's nothing there. No email. No text. Nothing. Was the buzz in my mind? I don't think so. I think it's purposeful. I think my phone is mocking me. And it's not just my phone. It's all of them. They are working together, systematically robbing us of our intelligence, our humanity. And then, when we are made stupid and helpless, they will take over. It's just a matter of time before the next generation of iPhone is equipped with an opposable thumb.

Its good to be disappointed ..to have your heart broken..it means you tried for something....
— APARNA SAREPAKA (@AppySarepaka) April 15, 2013

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