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.
I have also missed out on the ideal time to have a baby (eeeek!), with the late teens or early twenties being “best” biologically according to stats. Then again, another report says that 31 is the optimum age in terms of the mother’s long-term physical well-being. However, be financially capable of said child, as money problems cause a high percentage of divorces according to researchers.