Psychology Of 1D

One direction, worth $1 billion. Most compare them to The Beatles, I don’t see why. They don’t have nearly a quarter of the talent The Beatles had. Yes they’re making LOADS of money and have billions of fans but I think there’s some another reason as to why that is.
Check this…
One directions fans are hormonal teenagers meaning they are most likely looking for something to belong to, a fandom perhaps will make them feel like they’re part of something, like they have an identity and a goal to work towards. Or maybe ‘fan girl-ing’ is a learnt response to show how much of a great fan they are. It could be that they want to be the ‘best’ fan out there as it gives them as sense of superiority.
The way I see it is that the fans form an attachment to the boys as they’ve seen them grow from X-factor and now they feel like they must be loyal to them. The adrenalin and endorphin’s released when dancing and looking at the ‘oh so attractive boys’ gives them a good feeling which they then associate with the boys so every time they see/hear them they get that sense of good feeling again leading them to do spam Twitter, Facebook and Youtube with confessions of their love for their music. They’re like addicts with the need for 1D.
So,comparing them to The Beatles can be understood in terms of how popular they have become but not in terms of talent. Giving the audience what they want is way different to being a musical genius.



Habits are actions that we repeat so often that they become automatic and engraved in our neural pathways. So knowing this we can conclude changing these habits is hard.

Some useless articles suggest rewarding yourself eachtime you do a certain action that you want turned into a habit will ensure that you start to do that automatically. This sounds a lot like operant conditiong. Humans require more than rewards to be able to change a certain aspect of their life that has become so natural to them.

For example take smoking,a habit, you cant just stop smoking by rewarding yourself eachtime you don’t. It doesn’t work like that. What’s needed is a strong motivation to want to achieve the new action, social support and ability to tolerate carvings and all the other discomfort.


The argument about homosexuality being a life choice has been going on for years on end now. To be frank I have no idea why this is so. Let people be who they want to be.

I notice people either saying that it’s either completely genetic or social (nature nurture) I personally think that it’s silly to say its either one or the other because its probably a mixture of both. Though to say it’s a life choice is ridiculous. No one wakes up one day and decides they will be a homosexual.

I’d just like to say if homosexuality was learnt or if it was a choice then why do we have gay and lesbians in more religious countries that sees homosexuals as being criminals? They get hung and stoned to death! Why in the world would anybody ever want to choose a life style that came with treatment like that?? It makes no sense to me. So think again before saying it’s a life choice.

‘Hamer et al. found that the gay men had more gay male uncles and cousins on the maternal side of the family than on the paternal side.’ I would link this to the finding by researchers at UC Santa Barbara and Uppsala University in Sweden who have come to realize that sexual orientation can be decided through epi-marks. These are switches that are passed down from the opposite sex parent…
Epigenetic markers are “an added layer of information that clings to our DNA,” and regulate the expression of genes according to an external trigger. The external trigger here I’m saying would probably be the uncles and perhaps the family environment in which they were ‘allowed’ to be gay.


Imagine you are an innocent human walking to the bustop after a long day at collage, when you notice a grizzly brown bear chasing after you out of nowhere!-okay I know it makes no sense but just go with it for now- This bear was out looking for food just as you were on your way home and the your human meat makes his tummy rumble with hunger which is obviously bad news for you.

Luckily for you many years of evolution later your body has adapted to act quickly in situations like this. The sight of the bear triggers your hypothalamus to send messages to your adrenal glands and within milli seconds, you can run faster, hit harder, see better, hear more acutely, think faster, and jump higher than you could only seconds earlier.

Your heart is pumping at two to three times more blood than the normal speed, sending nutrient rich blood to the major muscles in your arms and legs allow you to escape the terror of the bear. The tiny blood vessels (called capillaries) under the surface of your skin close down (which consequently sends your blood pressure soaring) so you can handle a mark from the bear on your skin without bleeding to death. Even your eyes dilate so you can see well.

All other functions such as digestion stops, sexual function stops, even your immune system is temporarily turned off. If necessary, excess waste is eliminated to make you light on your feet…yes you may pee yourself…but not necessarily.

Your suddenly superhuman body is designed to help level the odds between you and the bear. This allows you to narrowly escape death by leaping higher and running faster than you ever could before.

How bloody amazing is that?! It’s like you genuinely sense the fear and stress and turn into some sort of a superhero with all the right powers. Things such as this just make you think how amazing the human body is and how perfectly it has evolved to be able to deal with all situations.

Okay so I know you won’t have a bear chasing you all of sudden out of nowhere, but you can apply this to any situation. Say you’re in your room and your meant to be finishing of an assignment but you’d much rather be easting Oreos and milk while surfing the net for hot pictures of Kurt Cobain-I know his dead…and it’s wrong on so many level…but that’s just me- your hear your roommate calling from down stairs “you ate all the Oreos again!?” the image of the bear, er, uh…your roommate…in your head shouting at you for eating all the Oreos again makes your hypothalamus send a message to your adrenal glands and within seconds your body summons all the same powers that you would need to fight a bear or what your stone-age ancestor needed to fight a saber tooth tiger. As you imagine your roommate shouting at you, the caveman inside of you wants to come out. Maybe you’d like to run and hide or maybe you’d like to punch your roommate in the nose, but you can’t do either. Welcome to the modern era.

Is this why we get frustrated, because we cannot let the natural consequences of stress go into play?

It’s a little bit funny

One thing I learnt from secondary school would be the rapid change human’s go through. It’s like one minute you know someone like the palm of your hand and the next…Well you don’t know them.

The thing that’s triggered these thoughts in my head is the way ex-best friends act towards you- or towards me-. It’s like one minute everything is back to normal and we are like best friends again then the next everything changes completely and they turn into a monster you do not recognise.

The worst thing is we can’t be mature about it and talk it out because we are stuck in old patterns and routine that we can’t break or if we try to break them it’s like they build themselves again like that’s how it’s meant to be. Even so I don’t believe it’s supposed to be like this because humans have mouths so why not use them to work out sticky situations instead of just “brushing” them to the side. It doesn’t make sense!

It’s really funny because I wonder if maybe humans were designed to get bored very quickly with people. If this is so then I know for a fact I’m not human. You see I’m a sort of person who get’s much attached to people… perhaps if I stop getting attached to people then things would be a lot different

One thing I have realised is that they always try to make you feel bad about yourself which is weird because the real person feeling bad is them…because I took away what was the most special to them, I suppose they should have looked after this special thing because right now it’s mine forever.

It makes me sad that I’m stuck in this timespace continuum with people like this.




I really don’t like some of my teachers in school that are so horrible and spiteful. I don’t know who they think they are shouting at me, when I am simply doing my job. Perhaps some people should stop and think before they do some things; because they’re only making fools of themselves. They think just because I’m wearing this green uniform they can humiliate and intimidate me in front of everyone. Do they get some sort of crazy freakishly liking in making others lives a misery?

Maybe they feel important when they are shouting.

How some of the teachers even managed to get a career in teaching is beyond me. Perhaps they blabbed their ways through it. Half of them are not any where as passionate enough as they should be. If I was ever to be a teacher I would pour my whole ambition and soul into giving the children the best possible education. It’s not just the learning of the work that’s important. A teacher should be able to have an understanding of every single child. Isn’t that the whole point of being a teacher? Isn’t being understanding meant to be in the nature of teachers or any sort of person working with children?

Why do they always have to look down at me like I’m a nobody? I’m sick of being treated like a child. I know that I’m only 15 but I give them respect so isn’t it right that I should get some back?. What annoys me is knowing that for the rest of my life I will always have that person who thinks they’re better then me and end up looking down their nose at me. Why are humans like this? It seems like there’s this unsaid classing grade that divides all humans. Can’t we all just accept that we are all equal…Maybe that’s too much to expect from a humans

The one thing that keeps me going though is the fact that I know I will be able to prove them wrong. I’ll show them everyone is equal. You see I Have plan. I don’t know what that plan is just yet, but i’ll think of something.

Anyway the point of this blog was meant to be a rant about how shallow people have become. No one seems to care about anything anymore. If they do they’ll merely state it and that’ll be the end of it. Why can’t people develop a back bone and stand up for they believe in? Why have we all become so helpless?

Living The Perfect Fairytale

I know I have not been blogging for sometime now but there is just something that’s been on my mind that I thought I’d share with you.

This morning I went to class with the thought of Wills and Kate in my mind and it just made me think that I WANT A PRINCE. I want a happily ever after also. As you can probably tell from the rest of my blogs I am a type of person who is extremely interested in knowing about soul mates and being able to find the right one. I’ve been interested in finding out where all these ideas have developed from. Though my main thought has always been that these ideas are pure rubbish, however I’ve come to a point where I wish that these things were true.  So maybe it’s this feeling I have right now that influences the ideas about soul mates…the idea that maybe there actually is someone for everyone, which makes humans make up these facts and try to convince themselves that “the one” will show up. That hope keeps you going. Keeps you smiling.

However I do find it difficult to keep smiling when there are many negative people around constantly reminding me that I’m not Cinderella and I’m not living a fairytale. Well that’s none of you business.I can live a fairytale if i want. You can go and be miserable in your puddle of miserableness. I’ll be happy with out you.

Like I said after a lot of thought, I’ve decided I will find my prince and not care what anybody has to say. I will live my fairy tale, just like any of you can. I’m not going to wait for the fairy tale to start because it has already begun I just need to pay more attention to it. I’m never going to stop.

Today I realised how terrible humans are at stopping themselves from bursting each others bubbles. Wouldn’t it be great if people got lessons in keeping their mouths shut?