I used to call myself a realist. But a few years down the track, I realised that realists are just pessimists in denial. So now I consider myself a pessimist, which is much more realistic (see what I did there...) My husband, on the other hand, is a fervent optimist, and we drive one another slightly insane with our respective isms. I always say, “If I expect the worst, I can’t be disappointed, only pleasantly surprised.” I hate disappointment (who doesn’t?) and don’t navigate it particularly well, so I tend to avoid it at all cost. But over time, I find that I’ve learned to trust and respect my husband’s optimism. Because the thing is, being a pessimist, whenever I do expect something good to happen, I’m pretty certain of my odds. So if it doesn’t turn out as planned, the disappointment hits hard. And then the situation becomes data that just adds fuel to my pessimism.
For an optimist though, from what I’ve observed, disappointment isn’t as big of a deal. It’s more of an “oh well, this sucks, but better luck next time” kind of thing. I reckon the situation itself stings just as much, but the recovery is a lot healthier.
I think I’ll probably always be a pessimist (what a pessimistic thing to say, ha!) but I don’t mind, I reckon it helps me stay grounded, and keeps me out of trouble. But to prevent myself from gradually becoming a bitter old hag, I’ve decided to try and be an optimistic pessimist. Let’s see if I can’t have the best of both worlds. .
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