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Edited by Martin Cadwell, Friday 7 August 2026 at 10:04

Ribbons of peculiarities

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Ribbons of Peculiarities

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Opinion Mental health

I think one of the most difficult things in life is not only keeping track of all aspects of our lives but managing them successfully. I like to think that we have streams of existence; not so much as running bodies of water, more as ribbons of peculiarities. 

I think I am on fairly safe ground when I assume that most of us will happily stereotype successful people; some time ago it was bankers who were widely portrayed as being ravenous and uncaring beasts who set out to make personal financial gain at the expense of the known world and all its inhabitants. Yet, I feel we should understand that the only people who are devastatingly affected by 'bad actors' are those who have formed a fantasy world around themselves that has links to the same resources as the selfish and greedy monsters of the same world we draw our resources from, or even other worlds. Take for example having a mortgage on a home. What is the purpose of incurring a debt such as this? Somewhere and at some time in someone's thinking a fantasy was formed. Perhaps it was similar to this: 'If I buy a small house with a mortgage I can upsize as my family grows and eventually I will have no debt to pay, so when I retire I shall have more spending power and even downsize and have a lump sum to spend on holidays.' Pretty common I should think. But we might note that there are a lot of 'I's in there.

That is just one stream of existence, one ribbon of peculiar activity; although more accurately it is commonly called a lifestyle. To whit, the style of someone's life is devoted to securing sufficient money to pay debts, usually through work. To be honest, I am quite reluctant to use the word 'lifestyle' because to me it denotes a style of living that encompasses a whole life from beginning to end to the exclusion of everything else, and I am trying, here, to not only separate life into streams of existence, but also dissect it into manageable chunks. 

Single-mindedly aiming to pay a mortgage has opportunity costs; family time is reduced or fractured; deep relaxation is denied; and crucially to my mind, creativity is compromised; it might still be there but the outlet of it may be held in check. These are some other streams of existence. 

It doesn't have to be a mortgage, or a goal to feather a nest in another way, or even paying off a large debt. It might be attaining a degree or working towards self-sufficiency or aiming for owning a large business that is the goal. The overriding factor needs only be ambition. 

Ambition is one of the positive attitudes to have in life. Personal positioning in some kind of hierarchy is quite another. It is no wonder that fans of pop stars and actors express surprise that their idol seems really down-to-earth and friendly. There is an assumption that the position of the star has only been made possible by ruthless barging and guttersnipe tactics, including negatively framing other people. It should, of course, be noted that pop stars and actors are ambitious and  creative people. Meeting a multi-billionaire, on the other hand, might reveal some entirely different traits that were used to accumulate such huge sums of money. A loose conclusion to this paragraph might be that the accruing of wealth somehow attributes a positional stardom, at least among their peers. Taylor Swift - nice; Elon Musk - not so nice, perhaps. It is personal choice built with inadequate information, of course, that determines our feelings towards any other person.

I am a big fan of 'Black Swan' events. At risk of over egging the pudding because I am certain we all know what a Black Swan event is, I will just say it is an expected set of circumstances that directly affects our lives in an extreme form. Another way of seeing it is; any unforeseen event that disrupts our plans. And here is the nub of my thrust. Plans, and moving on from plans: 'systems'.

       'What would you like to be when you grow up?'

       'A refuse-collector!'

       'And how will you go about becoming one?'

       'I will go to school and learn about recycling and environmental issues.'

Its a plan but it needs a system for the plan to be implemented. 

John Gall, a systems theorist, (1925-2014) came up with the theory that all complex systems are derived from simple systems that worked, and that a complex system will never work without it first evolving through real iterative tests. That is why prototypes are made. Unfortunately, we humans cannot prototype our lives. How often do we hear the wail of regret: 'If only I could go back and start again?' Probably not often enough I cry; not that I embrace the idea that people should regret their actions or decisions.

It is easy to devote oneself to a simple system. Get educated while living with our parents. Get a job. Get a mortgage. Keep working to pay the loan. Retire. What a wonderful life! A psychopath might find that rewarding, but it really does demonstrate an empty mind to me. Where is the love and the social interaction? These are ribbons of existence most of us have that disrupt our simple systems of achieving a soul-less ambition.

I think, somewhat belatedly, modern businesses in the UK have determined that their employees need a good work/life balance. That attitude would be an absolute bane to me in job interviews because I don't have a plan with a system that is disrupted by work. I am so flexible that running water is positively solid when compared to me. My current constraints are only human fallibilities; I need to eat and sleep, and I cannot disassemble my molecules and reassemble them at any other geographical location.

There is inevitably something else that disrupts our dedication to our system; social hierarchy. We need to feel powerful. Most of us need autonomy. One of the first things we give up is indeed autonomy when we get married or have a romantic partner. We have to consider the feelings of the 'significant other'. How many of us ever considered how disruptive those emotions will be to our simple system? With emotional intelligence there comes a cost. 

Complicated and Complex are not the same.

On their website, the Simon Fraser University, a public research university in British Columbia, Canada,  offers 'Simple or Complicated' to be 'predictable; controllable and designable'. It gives 'Complex' as being 'Unpredictable, Self-organising and emergent'.

https://www.sfu.ca/complex-systems-frameworks/applications/complex-and-complicated-are-not-the-same.html

I would suggest that being in a romantic relationship instantly makes one's life complex, and 'complicated' and simple, has left the building. Only a divorce or dumping the partner brings autonomy back, quite simply because planning for a separation has a large degree of predictability and is indeed designable. For example, 'You have the kids at the weekend and pay amount of money for their upkeep.'  That is not what we want though, until we actually do. But that is the Best Alternative To a Negotiated Agreement (BATNA); the tacit agreement was that child-rearing would be shared in a single home. Unfortunately, the goal of paying the mortgage to attain an imagined freedom, and positional wrestling for power in the workplace, or even in a social hierarchy, get in the way of another imagined happiness. Why imagined happiness? If one of the partners envisioned a mortgage-free home, there is usually a fantasy that the other partner will share in the fruits of long years of hard work. In other words the simple system, although it is not consciously considered to be changed has a different outcome. And there it is, really. A change in an imagined outcome is the driver for a change in a simple system. 

Life is unpredictable. Our needs change as we get older; other people change as we get older; the environment changes as we get older; our values change all the time - we decide what is worth more or less of our time. 

Maintaining equilibrium in a changing world is difficult. One of the prerequisites for good mental health is the ability to deal with, and adapt to, change. I find it incredibly difficult to understand many aspects of the modern world, not least is that I have never desired or sought to be rich or popular. I have never really had a simple plan with an absolute outcome. Some might call that feckless. I have to consider that I don't make plans because I know things will change and I will find it difficult to adjust. I am, in that respect, quite unforgiving.

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Flying Dinosaur

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Dinosaur on my window-sill

There was a bird in my bedroom yesterday. More often than I like, I hear birds fly into my window panes. They are always on the outside. I always think 'This never used to happen. Why are the birds of 'today' more stupid than the birds of 'yesterday'? ' This little bird in my bedroom was a Blue Tit. Of course, the sound of birds hitting my bedroom window brought me into the room. I ended up interacting with this one, at least a bit. 

I keep three tomato plants, that I over-wintered, on the window-sill of one of my bedroom windows and there between two of the pots was the Blue Tit. It was facing the outside but it turned its head sideways to watch me as I came near. All I was actually about to do was see why the birds from outside were hitting my window; nonetheless, I saw it. 

I don't keep the handle for that window ready screwed into it so I had to move away and then come back immediately with the handle. The bird was still there. It had made no effort to fly away from the window while I was temporarily absent. When I came back with the handle my pelvis was about 40cm from it and it had had enough and flew to the radiator on the opposite wall. It did not fly frantically around the room. It just watched me and waited for me to do something. 

Trying to open a window without screwing the handle to it is quite difficult, so I moved instead to the other matching window. The bird flew to a little ladder I have, which was leaning against the adjoining wall about six feet or 2 metres from me. Again, it watched and waited for me to do something. I think it had a good idea of what I was doing. I swung the window wide open and moved away. I pointed at the window and carried on speaking with a low murmur. It didn't fly through it until I had stopped moving backwards and was facing it and the open window. 

Of course, it was stunned by bumping into the window pane at least three times. Yet, it did not fly fruitlessly around the room AND it perched only a couple of metres away from me. Birds seem to learn not to fly into windows even if they are really clean. It must be the frame that warns them that there is an impenetrable shield thereabouts. This little Blue Tit, however, flew straight out the open window. It didn't make the same mistakes that wasps, bees and flies make when we open windows for them. I did not need to hustle it towards an open space or wait for it to accidentally find a breach in the impenetrable barrier of glass. I am certain it knew that I was opening a hole for it to fly through. I am sure it waited for me to do so. 

I am not a lover of birds; not one bit. I love the male Blackbirds' fluting evening songs. My neighbour, Sally, has a bird table and a bird-feeder in her garden, and perhaps birds have become familiar with her. You know; the presence of a human in the same area where there is a fast-food takeaway establishment for birds doesn't seem to be a perceived threat to them. But this is more. Do birds recognise kind people or people who are no threat? They see me from the bird-table tending my tomato plants. They see me pass by without staring at them with binocular predator-vision. They see I have binocular vision though.

The Blue Tit is added to my very short list of wild creatures that have interacted with me. There are the two very large ants that had each made a home in the bottom of two plant pots filled with soil and with a plant growing in each. When I pulled the pot from the soil to check the plant was not pot-bound (roots filling the pot) the ants moved their entire bodies to face me as I turned the soil and root-ball this way and that. There is the black spider that lived in my bathroom and scurried behind the sink every time I came close. It was the biting kind and eventually, after having been bitten by a spider before, I decided I didn't want this one on my towel. I had earlier been repeatedly stung by a wasp when I applied the wasp on my towel to my body. I sprayed the spider with fly-killer (Permethrin). I didn't notice until a few moments later that the spider had run out of its hole behind the sink, down the wall, across the floor, over my socked foot and somehow onto the outside of my trousers. I only discovered it when my hand brushed my thigh and I accidentally scooped it into my palm. The spider was either crazed by the Permethrin or begging for help, I don't know, but my immediate reaction was to throw it onto my living-room floor, because I thought it was planning a strategy to attack me when I sat down; like the other one that bit me in bed. This time though, the spider ran away from me, and I crushed it against the skirting board. I regret that so much because I can't help anthropomorphising it a bit. Once help was not forthcoming it had ran away to hide in despair.

I am convinced that creatures know us and what is going on with us. I had been accepting of the spider in the bathroom and even talked to it when it was not hiding. When it was hiding I spoke up close to it and it would have been able to detect the smell of my breath; and I spoke to the Blue Tit yesterday, hopefully soothingly in human terms. I feel that if we actually make vocal sounds towards creatures and animals we have an expectation of a connection on some level, yet I am puzzled as to know why I think that. But, am I? I have experience of wild creatures interacting with me. They can't be intelligent in the same way as humans, but perhaps their intelligence, not measurable by humans because we don't care to believe they have it, seems to allow a reluctant relationship with us.

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