Lately, I've found...

...that being eternally optimistic really helps nothing.

Life can kick me in the face as many times as it damn well pleases, I can get my hopes up so high only to be let down in the worst ways, and I can so blindly trust in things only to wind up hurt in the end, and it doesn't matter, because I'll do it again.

I can fool myself into thinking that people change, that they aren't the same back stabbing liars they were a few years ago.. that maybe they'll change for the sake of their son.. that maybe they'll be the friend they swear they are.. that maybe they'll keep their promises.. that maybe they'll show a little gratitude.. and somewhere deep down, I know they won't. But I, ever the optimist, count on it every fucking time.

And it sucks.

Edit: Oh, the irony of a post about optimism being made at 11:11...
 
Eventually you'll become a knowledgeable optimist, and people might think you're a cynic, but deep inside you're a true optimist always hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
 
If you're really Cynical you expect the worst, and you're unsurprised when it happens.

If you're like me, you expect the worst, but you're still surprised if it happens because deep inside you had hope that it wouldn't be bad, that actually it would turn out ok, so you're always surprised by the worst even when you're expecting it.

Make sense?
 
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