In my defense, my life growing up has shaped me into the negative person I am today.
My parents fought, argued, and bickered like an old married couple right out of a sitcom (think the Costanzas from SEINFELD or the Barones from EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND); we always had a lot of financial struggles as well, particularly whenever a Republican was President, since they always do more for the wealthy and upper class (which my family actually was until the 1989 recession a few weeks after I was born, and then they lost everything they ever worked for as a result) in spite of my dad being Republican; we moved over twenty times while I was growing up, and I probably spent a good chunk of my life stuck in hotel rooms - to this day, just looking at cardboard boxes gives me a complex; as a kid, I was always an easy target for bullies (especially in middle school), not just because I was a fat kid, but down here, if you're a boy and you're not into sports (particularly football, which is almost a religion until itself down here), then you might as well be from another planet . . . my sister was even convinced I was in the closet because I was artistic rather than athletic, and apparently, that's a gay stigma of some sort.
I had no stability in my life until about seven or eight years ago. My personal philosphy on life was it's always better to assume the worst and be pleasantly surprised, than to get your hopes up and be disappointed, because the latter was something I faced more often than not growing up, hence my cynical outlook on life. I always dwelled on the past, because there were so many things about it that I wished happened differently, or there may have been certain memories from my past that I yearned for because they were some of the few brighter spots in my life. It wasn't until seven or eight years ago that life finally started to stabilize, and I was finally able to kind of let go of the past and embrace the present, living life one day at a time, and staying in the moment, and as a result, my disposition improved drastically: I was no longer feeling like the negative pessimist the majority of this forum always accused me of being. Life, in general, was no longer filled with disappointment waiting right around the corner, but rather, possibilities and opportunities that I could seize and dive right into. I was no longer Sulky Stuart, captain of the Woe-Is-Me Express; I was now Possibility Pete, captain of Nauseating Analogies. And it felt good. I actually liked being a more positive optimist who could embrace each and every new day for what it had to offer.
And now . . . with this buffoon in the White House, the racism, sexism, homophobia, xenophobic, bigotry, and just general hate he stirs up within his base of supporters, and how much this country has faltered ever since he's been in Office, and life in general has fallen right back into being stuck in financial ruts and having to worry about whether to spend what little funds you have on keeping the utilities turned on, or your fridge and pantry filled - you actually wonder why I've fallen back into being a miserable, negative pessimist?
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