"Every rant here lately starts with a quote. Why is this happening all of a sudden?"
-Eater of Clowns
"Sometimes it's several quotes, too. It really seems to be only a recent thing."
-Eater of Clowns
I consider myself an optimist. A cynic, possibly paradoxically, but never pessimistic. Cautiously, I approach situations just thinking everything is going to turn out all right.
Does this sound naive? That's because optimism is so frequently defined by its naivety. Phrases like happy-go-lucky spring to mind and we imagine this pathetic, exuberant creature charging headfirst into a wall of shit with a dumb smile. This doesn't need to be the case. Optimists, this is our call to action. It's time to walk confidently up to that shit-wall and declare "I bet I can get around this motherfucker and it won't be all that shitty."
One problem is that pessimists, traditionally, tend to have their wits about them. They can look at the The Shitwall and say "It stretches on for miles in both directions. It's all gloopy so if you try to dig through, it'll collapse on you. Also there seems to be peanuts in it and it smells bad." All of these are valid points, as is the idea that we can all just find another place to go and another challenge to undertake. But for some of these people, every challenge is insurmountable, every effort deadly and every minutiae a threat. The human race might as well cower in the shadow of every disease, predator, storm, and human race that happens its way.
That is, of course, not the majority of pessimists, like the majority of optimists aren't the headlong into The Great Shitwall of Shitville type. So why let ourselves be portrayed in the extreme? Because it doesn't matter because everything will turn out okay? Fuck that. It does matter and things will be okay because we'll fucking make it okay, and we're not going to be stupid about it. And we'll very likely fail and get all shitty, but so what? Better that than give up. You see, Shitula, Duke of Shitville, Home of The Great Shitwall wants you to think all your efforts will come to nothing, that you'll have died horribly and young and horribly young having never achieved anything. Well flip him the finger and show him that even if he's right, you had a goddamn blast doing it, and that makes it just fine by you.
Optimists, fight on, keep your wits about you, and have a nice day.