I’m Not a Pessimist, I’m a Realist

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.

Blood on the Streets, and on the TV Screen

I’m a fan of slasher horror movies. In slasher horror movies, there’s something just horrifying and fascinating to watch about how far our human nature can go in ¬†committing evil deeds. The slow realisation on the characters as they know who the dark enemy is, the urgency you feel through the protagonists as they rush to either take down the enemy (or enemies) of get out of the building, are amazing. Graphic depictions of death scenes are just the icing on the cake. There’s something so electrifying at the suspense and fear you feel coursing through your veins as you take a glimpse of what life is like for people on the dark side. Saw takes the trophy for best graphic death scenes, that’s for sure. The others take the cake when it comes to psychotic behavior, like The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, and House of 1000 Corpses.

Crime shows also are interesting to watch. Real-life or not, they’re still great. The best part about TV shows is when it’s hard to distinguish who’s good, and who’s bad. That’s when I know I really like the show. One requirement of a good crime show is that I need to see what’s happening on all sides. Of course, it doesn’t matter how they do it, it only matters that they do it. Crime stories have two (or more) sides to look at. You need to be able to look at them all to fully engage yourself in the events. Dealing with morally ambiguous issues? Hit me up, I’m down for it. Analysing evidence left at the crime scene? Why not? Drama between co-workers? Eh, too much can make me pass. But graphic depictions of criminal, psychotic, and/or insane behavior? Let’s roll! Gotham aces the graphic depictions of behavioral problems. CSI and Bones have flying colors at analysing evidence. Dexter kills it at morally ambiguous issues, and sociopathic thinking. Hawaii Five-0, and Burn Notice hook you in with the action between cops and criminals. Sherlock and Elementary let you take a sneak peek at how the mind of the great detective works when it comes to piecing together clues, puzzles, and crimes.

 

What connects the two of them? The title should say it for you. Yes, it’s blood. Before you write me off as a wannabe freak, let me tell you why it’s interesting. Blood is meant to stay in either bodies, or sealed containers. When you see blood stains anywhere other than those two, something’s wrong or someone is having their period. In the two genres, it’s always the former. And that’s what makes both genres enjoyable. I get to see people doing something to resolve the problem, either by criminal or law-abiding methods.