Optimistic people drive me batshit crazy. The "everything's all rainbows and sunshine" people. It's not. And that's not realistic. While I see the virtue in optimism, I have difficulty believing that bullshitting yourself can be healthy. And if you disagree with me here? You're bullshitting yourself.
Pessimistic people piss me off. The "oh look, it's a beautiful day, I bet it's going to rain" people. It doesn't have to. And I believe it's impossible to live a remotely happy life when every happiness is overshadowed by oncoming darkness. I have my own issues with negativity, and I'm stupidly susceptible to constantly negative people. Get over yourselves already.
I write this post simply because I'm somewhere in between the two today. I feel a little depressed, but today I can also verbalize what will make me feel better. Some days I can't do that, because it feels nothing will help.
Myself? I consider myself a realist. I know fully well that life can utterly suck. I also know fully well that everything, even sadness, has it's own beauty. My goal isn't to perfect my life, and it's not to find happiness every day. It's simply to make tomorrow better than today. Every day. And what's the point in living if it doesn't change you, make you better?
Don't mistake me, I love who I am, who I've become through busting my ass and my sheer,
(Disclaimer: I should mention that the Faces of Death movies, while watching at the insistence of an idiotic boyfriend when I was 19, totally scarred me for life. As you can tell from the fact that I actually remember it from so many years ago.)
But YOU, Sarah McLaughlin and your ASPCA ad. You make me bawl in the 2.3 seconds it takes to change the channel. You should be banned from ruining my day. You should be on pay-per-view for suicidal viewers. You probably do a lot of good.. if your goal is appealing to people that eat their hair and cut themselves.
Sorry. I digress. What am I talking about anyway?!
I guess my point is that we're all a little fucked up in our own little fucked up ways.
And you know what? That's ok.
So what will help me today? Running. I know that many runners say that it helps with depression. It really does. So I'm going to go out in about an hour and do just that.
In the meantime, read this post, laugh out loud, and get the fuck over your emo-ness.
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