Let's try:
I've always been intrigued by pessimistic people because it's damn exasperating talking to them. I'm not so much of an optimist myself, but I just don't see the point in grovelling on the ground for prolonged periods. Why bother being prostrated by invisible enemies such as oneself?
I have the best of both worlds. So let's see why the pendulum bob of mine normally swings to the optimistic side. This is the point of the post anyway, to bring about the awareness of optimism, which is simply a way of living. Let's try:
I am a pessimist piece of shit. I have no life because there's nothing in it for me. I live through everyday like a zombie, because my girlfriend broke up with me for the most humiliating of reasons--I have a small dick. Size can't be changed, and I think there's no point in life because if I were to get another girlfriend, she might be disappointed by my 5cm. )': I should just die. Nobody loves me. I don't dare to talk to other guys because they most probably have 5cm even when not erect, while at the height of my powers (or lack of power), I can only stretch to 6cm. The girth is nothing, a 20cent coin would own me. I cannot bear to live anymore because I have an inferior complex and I can't win anybody else in anything because ultimately I'd lose in dick size. If I were to cut myself, my penis would be the first thing.
I am an optimistic fool. I have a life because there's something in it for me, I'm sure. I live through everyday brimming with energy and confidence, even after my girlfriend broke up with me due to my dick size. Size can't be changed, but if my girlfriend broke up with me because of that, I don't see the point in grovelling on the ground and trying to masturbate to increase my length and girth. There's no point in getting a girlfriend only for sex, or who is interested in only sex. I am wiser. I dare to talk to other guys because they won't be on the receiving end of my ailment anyway. I can live on confidently because I don't walk around naked.
Is the cup half-full of half-empty? Fuck you, just drink it. Why bother reading it in different ways?
Anyway the above analogy was correct, except that my girlfriend didn't break up with me over dick size. As a matter of fact...well never mind. I have a small dick anyway. (:
And see, I'm still able to face the world. I am optimistic. I am a fool but I don't care anyway. Happy can already mah.
Which reminds me of how people get lost after making one stupid mistake. They think it's the end of the world. They falter after they trip. It's like running in the Olympics. You fall down, watch the other runners sprinting away from you. It's impossible for you to win already, since they are well-trained too. So what'd you do? Lie down there and cry, because the game's over? No you sack of shit! Get up and run! You can't win, but at least show some sportsmanship. Why let one careless mistake be your downfall? At least finish the run like the others.
The rule above applies to studies. You die when you think you're dead. Do you think you've died? Just because you slacked off in one term does not mean that you're dead. The education system is such that you slack you die, but that doesn't mean that any more effort put in would be futile. You keep thinking you're screwed, keep living in the past, and you're really screwed. You can't change the past, and so why bother thinking about it? Memories are best left in the mind, only to be taken out and perused at appropriate times.
I keep seeing updates and of course I keep reading. I get emotional, but I smile in spite of myself. Not that I enjoy smiling, mind you. But because I can still twitch my facial muscles. If I can raise both eyebrows and each of them separately, along with the twitching of ears and a weird amalgamation of all, I don't see why I can't smile. I like doing things not out of necessity, but because I can.
So what's your choice? Would you rather lie down there and get people to trample on your already bruised balls, or get up with the pain and move on?
Get up.
-- 1/26/2008 06:21:00 PM
