No Room For Optimism

Hello Everyone:

I had a nice surprise this morning. The National Trust for Historic Preservation gave my post from yesterday a shout out tweet. That was pretty cool. It's the third time they tweeted a link to my blog so, maybe, third is a charm. As in I'll finally get a tap on the shoulder from a potential employer. Honestly, I'm not holding my breath on that one. I mean it would be nice but the chances of that happening are slim to non-existant. Whoever said life can turn on a dime was either an eternal optimist or a fool. I haven't decide which one yet. Besides you know me, the eternal pessimist. Well maybe not an eternal pessimist but I certainly don't go for all that life is good crap. It would be easy to think that I'm just so set in my dour attitude that I don't allow any room for things like hope, faith, and optimism. You maybe right on that one. My thinking is why bother, the expectation of anything positive is only going to lead to disappointment and resentment. I already have plenty of that so why add more to the pile. The Brit BF always has a sunnier outlook on life than I do. It seems that nothing ever gets him down. I don't know how he can be so positive that his media projects will be successful and all his wishes will come true. I'm still hoping that some of that optimism will rub off on me.  I just don't see anything wonderful coming my way.  Besides, even if something good comes my way, it's not like I can share it with anyone because it'll just be disparaged.  I really don't see any room in my life for optimism. It just seems like another set up for disappointment.