Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts

Wednesday, 22 January 2025

Curiosity Killed the Catastrophe: Turning the Uncertain into Opportunity

Curiosity is a good vibe in the face of the uncertain.

— Martin Baker

This blog post was inspired by a recent conversation with a friend who was feeling uncertain about a meeting she needed to arrange. After listening for a while, I suggested she approached it with a sense of curiosity. “Imagine you’re visiting a volcano,” I said. “You don’t know what will happen when you get there but you’re curious to find out.” It wasn’t a perfect analogy, but my friend got the meaning. (The conversation reminded me of another natural wonder analogy which Fran and I still use: that of visiting a waterfall and standing back so as not to be drenched or overwhelmed.)

When Is Curiosity Useful?

Curiosity might not be the most obvious response to a difficult or stressful situation, but Fran and I have found it helpful in a number of scenarios.

  • Moving or anticipating the move from one phase of illness to another. For example from mania to depression, or from relative stability into depression or mania.
  • Starting a new medication, changing dosage, or tapering off a medication. (All under medical supervision).
  • Changing medical practitioner, for example when a professional retires or moves away.
  • When concerned about other people’s ill health or financial situation. For example friends or family members.

The common factor in these situations, and the primary reason for our anxiety or distress, is the uncertainty about what will happen.

Curiosity and Catastrophising

When things are uncertain, it’s easy to catastrophise. Our brains tend to jump to the worst outcome we can imagine. As Fran puts it, “catastrophising is a well-worn path.” To some degree, it’s a protective instinct. By imagining the worst possible outcome, we feel we’re prepared for whatever happens. Then, if things don’t work out that bad, we can feel relieved. There’s a certain logic to this, but it’s not the healthiest approach to the uncertainties of life. There will always be things in our future that we can anticipate but not predict with any degree of accuracy. Living in a perpetual worst case scenario is exhausting at best, and profoundly unhealthy at worst.

There is a variant of this mindset that Fran’s prone to. Rather than contemplating the worst possible outcome for a given situation, she’ll come up with multiple “bad case scenarios” — each in its way awful to contemplate. I remind her that although it can help to think through alternate futures, only one future will, in fact, play out.

Letting Go of Expectations

Approaching life with curiosity allows us to take a step back and observe external events and our responses to them with compassion, humility, and even a little humour. So much of our response to life arises from the uneasy dynamic between our fear of what might happen and our expectations about what should. Between what we hope we’ve earned and what we fear we deserve.

Letting go of expectation, of anticipation, of needing to know what’s going to happen before it happens, can be profoundly liberating. It’s not a case of pushing our worries down, ignoring legitimate concerns, or failing to prepare. Curiosity allows us to move forward and respond appropriately to things as they unfold, learning as we go.

Curiosity doesn’t guarantee that bad things won’t happen. Rather, it accepts problems and disappointments for what they are, encouraging us to face the reality of them and move through them to the other side. As American TV host, comedian, and actor Conan O’Brien observed, “There’s nothing more empowering than your worst fear coming true, and realizing you are still okay.”

Why Does Curiosity Get Such a Bad Rap?

The familiar proverb “curiosity killed the cat” might be taken as a warning, but there’s more to the maxim than might appear at first sight. In its original form, what killed the poor feline wasn’t curiosity but care, in the sense of worrying or feeling sorrow for others. Budding Shakespearean scholars will recognise the following excerpt from Much Ado About Nothing (c. 1599).

What, courage man! What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.

Although there’s no mention of cats in our book High Tide Low Tide, Fran and I recognise how toxic worrying can be, both to the person worrying and the person being worried about. Don’t worry about me, care about me remains a central tenets of our mutually supportive friendship. The idea that curiosity has the potential to cause cats’ (or at least one cat’s) demise developed later. “They say curiosity killed a cat once” appears in an Irish newspaper of 1868. One alleged feline fatality, sad though it undoubtedly would be, hardly justifies the bad reputation curiosity has attracted over the years.

Was Schrödinger Curious About His Cat?

Schrödinger’s cat is a thought experiment about the logical abusurdities of quantum physics, suggested in 1935 by Austrian physicist Erwin Schrödinger. Simply expressed, he said that if you placed a cat and something that could kill the cat (for example a capsule of poison triggered by the decay of a radioactive atom) in a sealed box, you wouldn’t know for certain if the cat were dead or alive until you opened the box to look. Weirdly (according to the then prevailing Copenhagen interpretation of quantum physics) until the box was opened, the cat would be both dead and alive. In this — hypothetical — scenario, the observer’s curiosity can be taken as either fatal or life-affirming with respect to the cat.

This yes-or-no, is-it-or-isn’t-it perspective is one I’ve experienced several times. It’s more than “I don’t know what’s happened.” It’s more the conviction that either/both scenarios are objectively true until I open the box to look. I described this with respect to the sold / unsold status of my childhood home in Schrödinger’s Fishing Tackle Box.

Unless or until I asked the house, my home from birth until the age of eighteen when I left for university, was simultaneously sold — and not. Curiosity may have killed the cat but Erwin Schrödinger’s feline remains alive and not-alive until someone looks inside the box and the entangled, quantum superposition states of live cat / dead cat collapse.

The blog post’s title refers to a wooden tackle box my father made for me when I was in my teens. I couldn’t remember if I’d rescued it from the house at some point when my mother still lived there. If so, it was safe, somewhere in my own home. If not, it was gone, disposed of along with everything else other people had deemed unworthy of preserving or passing on. Curiosity doesn’t have to mean actively going after the truth. It can mean being at peace with not knowing things for certain. I was content not knowing for sure about my tackle box. I still am. As I wrote, “It exists / notexists. Like so much else. And I find I am okay with that. With the unknowningness.”

Curiosity and the New Year

It’s a long time since I shackled myself with New Year resolutions. For a few years I shared lists of “Things I’d like to do in the next twelve months” but I stopped after the pandemic of 2020. That year reminded me how futile our expectations are in a universe that pays no heed to what we want or imagine we deserve. At the start of a new year, I’m making no predictions and have few expectations. I enter 2025 curious as to what it will bring, confident I’ll handle what happens as and when it does. In doing so, I’m in good company. Albert Einstein famously declared, “I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious.”

I’ll close with an excerpt from a recent conversation with my friend Jen who asked what I was planning to write about next. I told her I had an idea for a piece about curiosity.

M: I think curiosity is a great way to approach things, but I’ve never actually written about it before, I don’t think.

J: Yeah. It’s good to be curious.

M: So we’ll have to see how this piece works out. I’m curious to find out.

J: Hee hee.

 

Photo of feral cats at Puerto Morgan, Gran Canaria, by Paul Longhurst at Unsplash.

No cats — feral, quantum, or otherwise — were harmed in the making of this blog post.

 

Monday, 22 April 2019

No I'm Not Taking Any Cats Home! A Visit to the Cats Protection Tyneside Adoption Centre With Aimee Wilson

(But I did take home three Teddy Bears, a heap of books, and some beard conditioner.)

On Easter Monday my friend and fellow blogger Aimee Wilson and I went along to the Easter Fayre & Pawsome Afternoon Tea at the Cats Protection Tyneside Adoption Centre in Gateshead.

You can read Aimee’s post about the day here.

Aimee had invited me along as the latest in our line of bloggers’ days out. We’ve previously visited Newcastle’s Life Science Centre, Tynemouth’s Blue Reef Aquarium, and had a day out in Blyth. I always learn a few things or come away with some new ideas. I’m happy to report our latest day out was no exception.

Customer Engagement Advisor Chris Jackson took us on a guided tour. I was very impressed at the facilities and Chris’ knowledge and obvious passion for his job. The Tyneside Adoption Centre is the first purpose-built Cats Protection rehoming facility in the North East. According to their website they have 42 outdoor heated pens, and “work tirelessly to provide support in the local area, with the aim of re-homing unwanted, abandoned or stray cats to suitable homes.” They hope to help a minimum of five hundred cats a year “with the help of our dedicated staff, volunteers and supporter network.”

The staff and volunteers were well represented at the event, running the stalls and taking interested folk to see the cats. The food and tombola were especially popular. We kept going back to the tombola and left with a fine haul. A bit of swapping added to the fun. I gave Aimee a rather nice stag’s head candle holder I won, and Aimee gave me the beard conditioning lotion she ended up with! Two very nice ladies gifted me the teddy bears they won after hearing how my wife Pam collects cuddly toys. (Pam says thank you!) I’m keeping the copy of Stephen Fry’s autobiography The Fry Chronicles for myself.

Aimee and I got to visit a couple of the cats, which were gorgeous. As tempting as it was, and despite significant “encouragement” (thanks, Aimee!) I managed not to bring any of them home.

I was surprised and delighted to have two excellent conversations about mental health with people I’d never met before. I don’t know why I was surprised. Mental health features in almost all our lives one way or another, and if you initiate a conversation it’s not at all unusual to find someone with a story to share. At the Easter Fayre I found two.

Chris had made a table available for me and Aimee to display our contact cards. (I’d brought plenty of cards along with me, a lesson I’d learned on our first bloggers’ day out!) We were sitting at the table and it was natural to point out to folk that yes they were our cards and to share a little of our respective stories. The conversations flowed from there.

Afterwards, Aimee and I talked about our blogs and our books (High Tide, Low Tide and No One Is Too Far Away in my case; Aimee’s book is called When All Is Said & Typed) and how their value is not measured in pageviews or book sales, but the impact our stories have on individual people’s lives, and the impact other people’s stories have on us. I am grateful for the reminder, and to the two people who shared with me today.

I said I always learn something when I am out with Aimee. What did I learn this time? I learned that cats don’t necessarily want their tummies rubbed when they roll around on their backs. I learned that if you keep trying on a tombola you’ll win something eventually. I learned that Aimee is a really good navigator (I managed to get us lost a couple of times on the way to the event). Oh, and I learned that being cheeky can be an asset!

All in all I had a fabulous time and the event raised over £475 to support the centre’s work.

Cats Protection is the UK’s leading feline welfare charity. Their vision is a world where every cat is treated with kindness and an understanding of its needs. You can contact the Tyneside Adoption Centre on their website, on Facebook, or Twitter.

Aimee Wilson is a 28-year-old mental health blogger who has used her personal experiences to develop a popular online profile. Her blog I’m NOT Disordered has over half a million readers. Aimee’s first book, When All Is Said & Typed, is available at Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.com, and in other regions.