I tend to be a realist, which most people mistake for pessimism. I can look at a situation objectively and figure out what’s gonna happen. Despite the teachings of Monty Python, I don’t always look on the bright side of life.
Being a realist, I tend to be less disappointed when things don’t go the way I’d like them to.
I think I am a little of all three. I tend to look at life as an adventure and can’t wait to see what it’s gonna throw at me next, but in some areas, like relationships, I try to deal with reality, because the truth is, I haven’t had much luck there. However, because I AM such an optimist, I have thrown the men into a blender and made a lovely batch of lemonade.
I’m a sasochist. The world is quite evidently going to hell with or without handbasket if left to its own devices, but it won’t be left to its own devices if I have any say so about it.
I used to be a real pessimist but I have worked on changing. I used to think if I became more optimistic I would be disappointed by reality all the time, but the good thing about being optimistic is that even when things don’t turn out like you’d hoped, you feel optimistic that they could have turned out worse and it will get better before you know it.
I want to say realist, but honestly, probably more towards pessimistic. But, when you’re a pessimist, you’re either always right or pleasantly suprised.
I’m an optimist, but I can be a realist when necessary. I don’t understand pessimism.
Funny, that’s how I feel about optimism … but I also believe a little bit in self-fulfilling prophecies: expect the worst and that’s what you’ll usually get. I’d rather be disappointed or wrong sometimes than negative all of the time.
I have the optimistic belief that I will somehow survive whatever shit life throws at me. I am pessimistic; I fear that life will surely throw shit at me.
I remember the song in Mel Brooks’s The Twelve Chairs. “Hope for the best, expect the worst.”