Why do humans like different stuff . . . The Big Question

I have just enjoyed a rather good Indian takeaway and am now drinking a nice cup of tea made by me. Interestingly the Indian restaurant makes great food but their tea is rubbish. I have tried to get them to make weak tea in the past but they just can’t understand the concept and it arrives like a cup of crude oil, ready to take the hairs off your chest and make you sing like Tiny Tim on helium.

Anyway this has made me ponder one of those big questions which is the vague theme of this year’s blog. Only because you were all getting bored with the day to day life of me doing my day to day stuff and writing a daily diary.  Yes the big question is . . . . . . Why do humans like different stuff. . . .  At first this might seem like a silly question but is it, you see in nature Lions eat Gazelles or Zebra, they dont go . .  AAAAhhhhh I wanted vanilla ice cream I don’t like raspberry ripple ice cream.  So why are humans so damn fickle about stuff why will one chap like pink and one like orange but with a subtle hint of blue.

I think we have to put this down to evolutionary development. To many (well mostly humans) humans are the pinnacle of evolutionary development on earth, we have invented the wheel and the screwdriver. However all species of critter on Earth will diverse to some degree in order to cope with environmental changes that may occur such as drought, flooding, temperature change or food sources vanishing. The problem for mankind is that humans are the first critter on planet Earth to change his environment to suit him rather than the other way round. This is OK while its all in control but just lately it has all sort of got out of hand, humans are ironically too successful as a species and have to put it bluntly buggered the planet a bit (I know a strong word for me indeed).

The thing is though, we are at the end of the day just another critter evolving on planet Earth in order to continue as a successful species, we are programmed to do this and have no free will to do anything else.  But as we are now slightly detached from nature thanks to things like central heating, cars, aeroplanes, supermarkets, chairs, Indian takeaways and many many other things, our genetic diversity has gone a bit odd taking an un-nature turn.

What this means is that some of us will like flock wallpaper while other will prefer a nice painted wall, or maybe you will find you prefer a city flat to a county cottage in the country. All well and good, but I suspect when it comes to the crunch and our environment makes a sudden change it seems unlikely that only those who eat coffee fudge ice cream and prefer a nice floral wall paper with matching rugs will survive. The rest of us dying out because of our taste in soft furnishing and liking lemon bon bons from the old corner sweet shop which sadly has become extinct.  

The IT Guru and the Office Chair

The Ghost Writer has been in his office all day doing what he does with computers; last time he was there, the office had a slight crisis when the accountant invested all the money on Lottery tickets before running off to a tropical tax haven. So he thought he might find an empty office with dust and tumble weed blowing about, but everyone was there and they were all fairly chirpy.  He thought it best no to ask about the accountant and the lottery tickets just in case, but every three months or so there is a big meeting where everyone gets together and tells everyone else what they have been doing. The Ghost Writer says he hates these because at some point they will all look at him and then he is expected to tell them all what he has done.

It is very difficult to tell a whole room (hall) full of expectant folk that he has been hiding for three months since the last meeting and that if he could remember a whole three months worth of stuff he would probably be off making his fortune in the IT business rather that pretending that he knows all about IT and hoping for the best. Still he is very honest and always tells everyone he does not have a clue what he is doing, but they all laugh and say “of course you do, your our IT chap”. I think the Ghost Writer has mastered Sarcasm better than I have.

He does however have one very important question for his big meeting (in about 2 weeks) and that is . . . . Why do all the bolts and screws keep falling out of office chairs, an important question as, it happens to all of us (well me)

He has told me not to worry about my loss of Wit in cyberspace as there is a special area where everyone who has lost their Wit can go and practice until it comes back called T-WIT-ter. It appears it is good because no one pays any attention to a single thing you say (tweet, so called because most folk feel they are right tweets after a bit).