Optimism is Overrated

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I've discovered that I am an excruciatingly annoying pessimist.
How do I finally realise?
After reading my last 13 posts of WAH? No.
After people induce a zen-like state of concentration upon my entrance? No
After friends smashed my head into a desk repeatedly? Surprisingly, No.

It was after accumulating so much pent-up rage from OTHER fellow pessimists almost thrusting me to commit second degree murder and not bothering to plea not guilty that it dawned on me.
I'm one of them...
*Googly Epiphany Eyes*

I am an annoying pessimist that emits horrid mental stink bombs.

. . .

So you naturally attempt to realign yourself, amending that you'll be optimistic from now on.
You'll see the silver lining, stop to smell the roses, and appease countless other positive idioms.
But while you're sitting there in the gum pocked seat of denial convincing yourself that its the throne of truth, you are perplexed. Is lying to yourself really the right thing to do? Muffling the third dimension of your multi-dimensional gloom?
You start to miss the cynical spin on reality TV:
"Today Tonight is an informative news program that represents the underrepresented viewpoint... who are you kidding, it's a mediocre melodrama whose sole purpose is feeding the politically paranoid more bias non-truths"
You miss the pleasant surprise of persevering despite your own expectation of failure.
You miss the quiet laughter of judgement imagining courage you'll never have and a backbone that you wish would grow.

Then you decide being a a dry prune is better than cloaking yourself as a juicy grape.



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