I am generally a happy person, and if not, I can fake it well around my friends to lead them to believe that life is grand. Like with confidence, if one can fake happiness, perhaps soon enough one shan’t need to pretend anymore. Mind you, I am one of those people who finds the sadder things in life to be the most beautiful, especially with classical music, so I don’t mind being sad, either. I don’t need attention or to take it out on others when I am upset, really, even if my sister tends to get the brunt of things (that is something which needs to be stopped). I like my pessimistic outlook on life, for I am also an idealistic INFP type of pessimist, so what does it hurt preparing for the worst? Nothing is disappointing on this side of life, when everything turns out better than expected. :)
What I am trying to say here is that I am giving up this goal, but going back and reading again makes me wonder—are my views of life truly pessimistic, or pessimistic with an optimistic streak? Is this such a bad perspective to harbour? My last sentence of the first paragraph, after all, did sound a bit cheery in comparison. I wonder.
