I love these little images.
It’s like that one with the cup half full or half empty versus the “realist” saying, “Wait, is that piss in this cup?” But, somehow, there’s something about this particular image that helps clarify which, if any, of the three genres I or anyone I know fits into. Are you an optimist? Do you try to see the best in things? A pessimist, always seeking out the sorrowful – not silver – lining? Or a realist – able to see life just as it is while you sit back and emotionally detach from it enough to keep a goal in mind till you meet it? Ask yourself that for a sec.
Which one are you? Tick off a box!
Which bucket do you fit in?
Having a tough time? ’cause I was.
So, my reply comment to the person who posted this was that of the “-ists”, I must be a tripolar-ist – a special java induced version of split personality disorder. Because I spend my day in thirds of each state: Optimist during coffee. Realist after coffee kicks in. Pessimist after sunset till the next morning’s coffee. I joke (kinda), but there’s a lotta truth to that hybrid option – coffee or not. We’re people. Not pegs on a Chinese checkers board. Our current-situation experiences dictate what we feel and how we react internally and externally. Often, our brains highjack us. Then, before you know it, you’re standing on the ledge waiting for someone to come sing Third Eye Blind’s “Jumper” all because you didn’t get enough retweets. (Okay, maybe that’s just me.) Then, other times, we’re so elated that it seems inconceivable that we ever had a reason to cry – and we kinda resent that small, cowardly, slope-shouldered version of ourselves so much that we wish it were an actual separate entity who we could kick and whose lunch money we could steal. (Which’s a thought process capable of driving us back into negativity and restarting the whole cycle). Then, there are those other times still – where the world snaps into clear colored view, complete with wraparound vision, and all goals in perfect sight. When you’re in this state, emotional attachment’s just another distraction from the finish line and you know it – so there’s no room for all’a that half-full half-empty nonsense. We’re focused, yet indifferent to our own inner reactions.
Maybe some of us spend more time in one place than the others.
But as human people it’s pretty tough for us to tack on a label to something as stupefying as the brain. Trying to claim a specific personality type as your own just leads to massive unhappiness – especially when you find yourself not fitting into being the Sardonic Daria your friends miss once you hit a gleeful streak or Suzy Sunshine the day your dog dies. And I feel like that’s the inception-esque element to this whole chart. There’s no “optimist”, “pessimist”, or “realist”. Just optimism, pessimism, and realism – states we each embody depending on where we’re at in our days, lives, relationships, or current meal.
“I hate the part when it ends…”
I guess I’m just having enough of a rare “realist” moment right now to recognize that.
#EnjoyItWhileItLasts
#AaaandIt’sGone