On Pessimism...Cured with an Apple Pie
Everything comes down to pessimism. This was the bottom line of a conversation not so long ago. Couple of days later there was a cartoon saying that pessimists were out to get us. Reasonably speaking both statements are true.
One click on the net and up comes pessimism. Everything has taken the down curve. There are more wars, there are epidemics, politicians seem to be acting as spoiled brats in high school, nicknaming each other after cartoon characters. Lowering down the scope to the state one lives in, it comes down to poverty and apathy spiced up with a fancy car driven by half literate ape-like wannabe hot-shot, just as the song goes "the richer get rich the poor get poor". Taking it down a notch to the city one lives in, it comes down to facing nonsense, irrationality, poverty of the mind, and contagious loss of common sense. The last stop is the individual, there's always something wrong there. One never gets to do the job one likes, or have the perfect partner. Money is never enough, and the idea of work sounds appalling on so many different levels. The whole picture seems so bleak and, of course, pessimistic.
It seems the above mentioned cartoon is telling the bitter truth. Pessimists are out to get us, be it in the form of the writer who wrote that article on the net, or the politician lying through his teeth that things are getting better, when he himself doesn't believe in his own lie. Pessimists truly are versatile. It could be that lovely girl dressed after the latest fashion disappointed that the good-looking guy across the bar is gay. It could be strange individuals, incapable of taking action to make a change they have turned to pessimism and claim things that, truth to be told, sometimes are very true or very close to the bleak reality we live in. Such as the fact that the city is swarmed with clones of unintelligent wannabes. It could be just about anyone.
Is there a way out? Should we all become accepting and try and understand and embrace? Or should we enjoy the crunchy apple pie with cinnamon aftertaste and a cup of nice coffee in the lovely company of people who see pessimism as a common cold, it comes, it wears you off and it's gone after a week (or 7 days if you take doctor's advice)?
One click on the net and up comes pessimism. Everything has taken the down curve. There are more wars, there are epidemics, politicians seem to be acting as spoiled brats in high school, nicknaming each other after cartoon characters. Lowering down the scope to the state one lives in, it comes down to poverty and apathy spiced up with a fancy car driven by half literate ape-like wannabe hot-shot, just as the song goes "the richer get rich the poor get poor". Taking it down a notch to the city one lives in, it comes down to facing nonsense, irrationality, poverty of the mind, and contagious loss of common sense. The last stop is the individual, there's always something wrong there. One never gets to do the job one likes, or have the perfect partner. Money is never enough, and the idea of work sounds appalling on so many different levels. The whole picture seems so bleak and, of course, pessimistic.
It seems the above mentioned cartoon is telling the bitter truth. Pessimists are out to get us, be it in the form of the writer who wrote that article on the net, or the politician lying through his teeth that things are getting better, when he himself doesn't believe in his own lie. Pessimists truly are versatile. It could be that lovely girl dressed after the latest fashion disappointed that the good-looking guy across the bar is gay. It could be strange individuals, incapable of taking action to make a change they have turned to pessimism and claim things that, truth to be told, sometimes are very true or very close to the bleak reality we live in. Such as the fact that the city is swarmed with clones of unintelligent wannabes. It could be just about anyone.
Is there a way out? Should we all become accepting and try and understand and embrace? Or should we enjoy the crunchy apple pie with cinnamon aftertaste and a cup of nice coffee in the lovely company of people who see pessimism as a common cold, it comes, it wears you off and it's gone after a week (or 7 days if you take doctor's advice)?
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