AS a statistic I am an abject failure in nearly every area of my life.
You see, according to surveys/reports/experts/advice/opinion I have not obeyed the rules and, as such, am destined to be unhealthy, unsatisfied and unhappy.
For a start I eat sugar, dairy, wheat and red meat. I also drink wine regularly, often more than the safe two-glass limit recommended. Oh, and I also used to smoke and don’t exercise as regularly – everything from an hour every day to three days a week according to expert recommendations – as I should. Statistically speaking, I should actually be dead.
Today, the latest thing I learnt is that I have missed out on marrying at the ideal time in life ie: within the four-year span of 28 and 32 – oops!
I guess I should be concerned as, according to some UK maths boffin, should I be searching for a suitable mate, I have only a one in 285,000 chance of finding him. This means that I could be the one in four current singles estimated in a US report who will remain unmarried into their 40s and 50s. Which is confusing, considering a recent Australian happiness survey found married women are more miserable compared to married men.