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Why you're not as great as you think you are

Le 12 octobre 2016, 06:08 dans Humeurs 0

This disconnect may be responsible for many of society's problems.


With more than a decade's worth of research, David Dunning, a psychologist at Cornell University, has demonstrated that humans find it "intrinsically difficult to get a sense of what we don't know." Whether an individual lacks competence in logical reasoning, emotional intelligence, humor or even chess abilities, the person still tends to rate his or her skills in that area as being above average.


Dunning and his colleague, Justin Kruger, formerly of Cornell and now at New York University, "have done a number of studies where we will give people a test of some area of knowledge like logical reasoning, knowledge about STDs and how to avoid them, emotional intelligence, etcetera. Then we determine their scores, and basically just ask them how well they think they've done," Dunning said. "We ask, 'what percentile will your performance fall in?'"


The results are uniform across all the knowledge domains: People who actually did well on the test tend to feel more confident about their performance than people who didn't do well, but only slightly. Almost everyone thinks they did better than average. "For people at the bottom who are really doing badly — those in the bottom 10th or 15th percentile — they think their work falls in the 60th or 55th percentile, so, above average," Dunning told Life's Little Mysteries. The same pattern emerges in tests of people's ability to rate the funniness of jokes, the correctness of grammar, or even their own performance in a game of chess. "People at the bottom still think they're outperforming other people." 

Learning to Live Again

Le 30 septembre 2016, 06:47 dans Humeurs 0

Overcoming death and beginning once again to live is the one thing that we never anticipate can happen after we have experienced death. The truth is however, that whether we like it or not life continues on. The decision that we need to make is whether we wish to move on with life.


It can often help to remember that although our loved ones UniqueBeauty have left us in this life they are still there watching over us and guiding us through the rest of our lives. They will never stop loving us and will never fully leave us. As long as we need them they will be there.


Taking the first step is always the hardest and this is where sharing your feelings can help, be it sharing with someone close or a stranger or even through writing, expressing how we feel is always the first and hardest step in the recovery from death. I know that I say recovery but let me assure you that you will never fully recover, once you have been touched by death your life changes and you as a person also change. Your outlook on life changes and you finally understand that life is but a pathway to death.


Life will always continue to progress and a Speed Dating Hong Kong new day will always follow night. Even after death, life be it the one thing we wish we could control is just like death itself uncontrollable. Learning to live again is one of the hardest things we face after death but like life it is something that happens. Through writing and expressing what we feel we help to deal with the emotions we are feeling, the grief, the pain, the anger and the loss, all these feeling can be spilled out onto the paper and can help to ease the suffering. These writings just like the ones in this book may in turn help others come to terms with their pain and suffering.


This is an abstract from a new hong kong company registry book titled "From Those Death Left Behind". A book to help promote suicide awareness. This book has been written by a family who have survived suicide and they hope by sharing their inner most thoughts and feelings they can help to educate and promote a greater understanding of the suffering caused by Suicide. This book can be purchased as both a downloadable ebook or a paperback from All proceeds from this book are to be donated to the various bereavement and suicide organisations worldwide.

Waiting in time

Le 17 juillet 2015, 07:13 dans Humeurs 0

The journey of life, time is like a fleeting, the fate of those who have intersection or rub shoulders, over the past smoke, not into the time of reflection. Like falling back, drifting in the old days. A look back, found many details, pain, sad, warm, still there. No matter how far you go, it will always be. Time is long, you say the city is still the old appearance, ages and not in the town carved too many traces of the town still in the simple enjoys a quiet time, still in the lakeshore transfer alone when the setting sun.

Cold in the throttle in the depths of winter, but not for a few days ago, although from time to time, cold wind blowing through the hair, the warmth of the sun still afforded every day, stubborn cough too far away from me, fragile body eventually did not live up to fully furnished apartment the fine weather, and his face is also gradually warm up. For a long time, heart not recrudesce billows, looked at the rendering on the paper's feelings, written between the lines full understanding, friend and expectations, across the long and wearisome pathes of the distant, it is understood, miss. Heart, suddenly immersed in a light warm, soft, and can not afford to bear any more. Is full of care, cherish is warm, Miss stack with, but no words to say.

A bunch of sunshine beyond the window falls on the table, let the colder body and mind is filled with beautiful, along the beam towards the window, several clusters of white clouds floating in the blue sky, the garden of bamboo is still green with, but there is no summer full of vigor and vitality, only unexpected with traces of flowering plum branches seems to tell the north wind, it is mark the change of seasons, it silently waiting for the spring breeze to favor it.

The breeze blows a page of a book, the tonal character is relatively quiet. So all the troubles of the thought in the fingertip formation one character, such as Xu's mind, and bursting into a single clear water in the Qing Lian, where I can agents voyage see it uphold Qingli. You, here I am, you go, the flowers of Qing Yi; I am still here, utter not a single word. Keep a quiet, only for the first time, no matter how far, you have been in my heart, with my breath.

Tonight, the wind is clear, pale, stars without light, poetic thought, is the dark clouds hide. Listen, your footsteps, break the ice crystal dew, I smiled quietly, silently waiting for you to travel over land and water. The acquaintance, eyes full of tenderness, smile, silent heart two. In this blank time stranded, not to lament the passing of the vicissitudes of life. Only on the side of warmth, full of warmth for you Ying, netrose.

Smoke in the past through time thrown ripples ripples, a ray of tenderness haunts the brow of the Qing Xi, Baizhang red, 8000 in Temptress Moon, please allow me to fold up the sad chores, only to remember the good times. Rao Xueman Zung Fu said: "my heart is stubborn pursuit, only I can see, but I hope that I'm right." Looking back, whose eyes fixed into a flower of time. I like to see a snow pear like moonlight, snow will melt the heart of two met.

The snow all over the sky, spread into a picture of a beautiful and moving pictures, beautiful snowflakes, fluttering Sasa, with beautiful worried about is in the shallow sing croon a song winter love song?? Life like a snowflake, in the wind in the struggle, eventually floated to fall to the ground, then falling moment, whether we can find yourself another slice of presence in the wind dancing in the snow.

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