I am a pessimist. Straight forward as that. It guides my choices & leads my doctor to prescribe me tasty meds. Most situations are glass half empty as the cat above can attest to. Where did the hope go to? Probably the same place my belief in the fairness of life, or the belief in Santa Claus went. So where is it?
I think it is a very important lesson to focus on futility. People like to say that confidence is important. Which it is, but it is implied (or out right said) that being a pessimist is character flaw. It isn’t…it is just pragmatic to assume failure is in the cards.
I approach an interview for a new job like someone putting their hand in a rat trap. I know its gonna end badly, possibly with me screaming a cuss word loudly a few moments after.
I approach dating as if the other persons soul mate will be serving us, and shove their tongue down my dates throat. whisking them away to parts unknown to proceed with a long, healthy & happy relationship. Hilarious I know, but these thoughts are in my head nearly the entire time.
The thing is no one views this as an advantage. It can be as long as you accept the fact that if there can be a certain amount of futility in being hopeful, then the opposite must hold some grain of truth. There is hope within futility. There is a power.
I may assume I won’t get a job I have applied for, but it makes me research the company, evaluate my skills more in-depth, and makes me acutely aware of what I am doing during the interview. It makes me hyper aware, and I have anticipated what could go wrong in many various ways. So much so that when the worse happens I feel it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Just shrug & move forward.
In the dating scenario, it keeps me from being a cocky asshole…there is plenty of time to be hated for my other flaws. It does basically the same thing though. It makes me try to avoid making those stupid mistakes. I will make mistakes like turning the water in the bathroom on too much and splashing a large wet spot on the front of my pants, or something equally embarrassing. It will make me calm down that part of myself that wants to jump around the person like an excited puppy. It also helps if I don’t get another date with that person…I usually assume they have fallen madly in fuck with the lead singer of some band that wears tight jeans. Just shrug & move forward.
Does it mean I have a crappy job? Yes, just like 99% of the entire world. Does it mean I am aware of loneliness? Of course, I am human in that way. I may have moments where I feel defeated & deflated, but I can be assured that something positive will come of it. Be it learning lessons about myself through failures, or just succeeding when I thought I would fail. Plus, it beats the hell out of being a chipper, smiling soccer mom all the damned time. No one likes chipper, except other chipper people. It takes too much effort to smile in the face of adversity, and its much more satisfying to tell adversity to fuck off.
Just remember it isn’t futility that is negative it is what you do with that feeling. If you quit it is the most negative thing you can ever do. If you feel all is futile, yet you persist that is the most potentially life changing choice you can make. Every innovation, accomplishment, etc. comes from a huge pile of failure until you get it right.
So go on…be pessimistic & persistent…it is the only hope we have.
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