So, all my life (deep down) I've been a painfully optimistic person, and I always tell myself, stop being stupid, you know that's never gonna happen. You have no reason to believe that--and then I get morbidly depressed, and I just realized--so what if it doesn't happen? Preparing for the worst doesn't make it easier when it happens. It stinks just as much when you fail when you were hoping for something good as it does when you were prepping yourself for the worst. So you might as well hope for something good and be happy until you fail and everything stinks for a while.
Don't think that came out quite right, but I hope you get the gist.
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