I’m not one for optimism…negative optimism maybe. It’s a fact. Lower expectations make you happier in the long run. Being comfortable never made anyone better at what they do. Having to constantly sit on the edge of your seat, paranoid of what might hit you… now that’s how it’s done. No one got better by being comfortable. That being said, it’s not the best way to spend your days. I’m probably more paranoid then not. I wake up paranoid, I eat paranoid, watch television paranoid, I even write blogs paranoid. Honestly, I think I must enjoy paranoia…why else would I always be that way?
I would like to be comfortable. But I don’t think I’d like to be too comfortable… that would make me soft. Granted, if I were any more softer than I am I’d probably be a liquid.
Negative is negative, but in a somewhat positive way. This is the way I live. I’m a little paranoid of what you must think of me. But that’s good. It keeps me on my furry toes trying to get through to everyone about the positive spin that a bit of negative squirrelosophy can bring to your daily lives. It’s a funky dream for sure… but it’s mine all mine.