You know that joke about optimists and pessimists? “The optimist thinks this world is the best. The pessimist fears that this is true.” Well, lemme tell you what a special snowflake that I am, and declare myself as neither. Kidding aside, I’m actually not a pessimist. The world can be nice and all. It just ain’t that way all the time. The world was nice when humans were still developing ways to live longer, and people died early due to disease and childbirth, therefore preserving Mother Nature. (Poison Ivy would have been pleased.) The world was also nice when it didn’t feel like doing so many Harlem Shakes that ended up destroying property and taking lives. At this point, I just give up every single thought of me being an optimist.
I like to think of myself as a realist. I’m that person who looks at a half-filled glass and thinks I need a refill. I’m that person who has to bring optimists back down to Earth, and pull up pessimists from the pits of negativity. I’m that person who decides if something is worth going after or not. I’m also the person who is often told by others to be more cheerful. Cheerful? Of course I’m cheerful. You have not seen me during season premieres, cancelled school days, fanfic updates, book releases, and clearance sales if you think I’m not cheerful.
Why do people think I’m a pessimist? Well, I do like crime shows, slasher horror movies, and my jokes in the first paragraph pretty much spell out the fact that I don’t have much hope in this world. I’m not a pessimist (well, I keep telling myself that), so I tried finding what was good in this world. I gave out compliments to people. I found funny people to watch and laugh at as they joked around. For goodness sake, I’m even subscribed to Bright Side. I don’t watch the local news (so many death reports, you would have thought they were trying to discourage us from perpetrating our species), I stopped listening to ignorant people ranting about subjects they didn’t have a single clue what they were talking about, and I even tried listening to inspirational music. (The only inspirational song I liked was Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield, aka the Pantene commercial song.) To my surprise, it actually somewhat helped. (I wasn’t a full-on optimist, but I was more willing to imagine that things were going great.)
I don’t care much if you, dear reader, are a pessimist, optimist, realist, or whatever you think you are. If you’re concerned about the negativity in your own thoughts, though, it isn’t that hard to try and find some hope or happiness to pull you through your life. Maybe you can watch soldiers reuniting with their family, or you can listen to feel-good music. Whatever manages to pull you out of your negative thoughts should be enough. If the negativity of your own thoughts is directed towards you, do seek out some advice from professionals. A low-self-esteem never helps anyone.
To all the optimists out there, you do you. Keep bringing hope into this world, we realists and pessimists need it.