Optimist in cynic’s skin

I’ve been reflecting; as a person, outwardly, I’ve always been the depressing cynic. The doubting Thomas. The spoilsport. Wet blanket. Whatever you want to call it. I really must confess that I’ve been grossly maligned.

To set the record straight, I’m really an optimist at heart. Cheerful and utterly contented with the way my life seems to be turning out.  I may speak like a pessimist sometimes, but that’s just because I’m thinking out loud. I have simply learnt to control my freaking optimistic fountain of cheerful feelings from spilling out; because I’ve learnt that the way to be sure of what you are saying, is to ask all the cynical questions before a real cynic comes along, bursts your bubble and proceeds to suck out your brain. It’s the only way to protect your bubble. Thinking like a cynic really helps you to be critical of others and yourself, complete with pros and cons of course.

Also, I’m not a cynic because I hardly think a real cynic will be so deeply happy with her life. Plus I definitely don’t feel like a 50-year-old been-there-done-that-seen-it-all. I am really happy everyday, and cynics are mostly miserable. I just want to make it clear, that real cynics truly believe in their criticism, whereas for me, I am simply trying to think one step beyond, and sometimes help someone I care about do the same. Now do you believe me?

~ by seow on October 23, 2007.