I've always thought of myself as a pessimist
It wasn't until I lost everything
That I realized what an optimist I am
Maybe I don't have a mind,
but at least I'm not crazy.
I fallen so many times,
so I'm so experienced.
I've been cheated and left behind;
I know my friends and enemies.
I hear the echos of memories;
they see how far I've come.
So I know I've come so far.
Don't have a lot of friends,
so music's number 1.
Would kill for solitude,
but then where is the fun.
Maybe it's complicated,
but that makes an adventure.
Sometimes the darkest times,
are ones we gladly venture.
Optimist living for a life we understand. We were never idiots; we have the upper-hand. Notice their all falling down the depths of agony, but we optimist live strong, proud, and free.
You'll see me here again
At the end of the dock,
In the morning mist;
Waiting for soothing rain
As waves crash the rocks,
Yet I remain the Optimist;
For when I breathe a sigh of sorrow,
I trust my sun will shine tomorrow.
When a cruise ship spring a leak,
the optimist says, "Hand me a bucket
to help bale the water";
the pessimist bitches,
'Shit, I should have taken a plane!';
the realist did take a plane, insisting,
'Who the fuck but optimists, pessimists
and old farts go on a cruise?"
The moment I open a conversation
I start to think of optimistic messages
I am dark
But I can always liven up myself
Looking at the bright sides
I could say to anyone
"On the bright side... "
Oh how I could be like that in real life
But right now
It will just be
Optimized text messaging
" Hey friend! ^^ Sorry for being a terrible person earlier... But hey! We are still friends right? I am happy right now and you should be too!!! Enjoy the good things happening cuz ya know we can't live forever! Be happy and positive and stay that way! Trust me it will make things fun for you! ^^"
For a moment I thought I was lying
But then again
It made me feel trustworthy
Hopefully these text messages will come to life and I won't have to use a phone to be optimistic
Being optimistic helps!
Blackness, Winter silk, Endless horizon
Try to be like this a lot
The only proper way to be a conversationalist is to convince yourself that you’re boring. If you can strip back the hard shell of the ego, and look down on yourself from the eyes of an apathetic God, you will likely (and hopefully) see just how boring you really are. It isn’t a sin to be boring, in fact there are many advantages to honest self-depreciation.
The main advantage, is the way you approach a conversation. “Interesting” people find it difficult to silence the affected score-keeper that dominates their internal dialogue and ruins any chance of an honest and engaged conversation. It is the voice that reminds you to show interest with your body language, and keep a dumb happy gaze laser pointed into their eyes. This dialogue is obsessed with authenticity and genuine conversation, and therefore a natural sociopath.
Luckily, you are the stunning definition of boredom, an extracted dictionary cut-out of un-interesting, and nobody could possibly give a rats-ass what you have to think—least of all the Voice that controls the inner-dialogue. That Voice has packed it up to find a more interesting vessel…maybe the person standing across from you in conversation.
Because you are so boring, and they are the Oxford personification of intellect and fascination, you should pay careful attention to what they say—no time to worry about how they’re perceiving your reaction to whatever it is they’re saying. You are too busy to notice what sort of body language you may or may not be using to validate their half of the conversation. Instead, your time is spent carefully hanging on their every word, digesting it and projecting the whole bit into a colourful scene in your imagination. Instead, you’re too lost in the excitement of their infinitely more interesting life and impossible wealth of knowledge offered to you with each word that they speak. Instead, you are actually listening to the words that come out of their mouth and not the ones that speak to you from the inside of your own mind.
This is what it means to be in conversation. This was the point of our social nature. And in a world of needy social-media junkies grabbing at the cuffs of potential ‘followers’ and ‘likes’ and trendy passer-by’s, the last thing anyone needs is the high-pitched whine of another “interesting” millennial.
Lucky for you, you boring sack of yawning sloths, that you aren’t interesting too.