Here's Where Pessimism Pays Off

In my ideal world, I'd sleep until 10 every morning and stay up until 3am. I don't even try and pretend I'm a morning person. Civilized in the morning? Sure. I might even smile at you. But, productive before 10? It's a struggle. With a soccer game scheduled at 9 this morning, allergy season upon me, and J working in extreme western Virginia helping to undercut a tunnel this weekend, I wasn't really looking forward to today. Granted, it probably wasn't smart of me to stay on the computer until my eyes fell out of my head last night, pop them back in place and read until waaaaaay too late. But when I woke up to the sounds of my sleepless neighbor mowing at 7:15 (don't worry, your early-birdness only makes us love you more. Who dat crazy man?!), my eyes feeling like sandpaper and my nose all stuffy I'd pretty much decided this was going to be a crappy day. Because that's what you do when you're a pessimist...make your assumptions before you even get out of bed.

But, guess what? Soccer was cancelled after we were already dressed and ready for the day, the Magic 8 Ball said we'd sell the house by June 1st, my bluebird friend was back on the deck singing a Disney song to me this morning and I've actually gotten some things done. To anybody else, this might seem like an ordinary start to an ordinary day. But to me, Pessimist Extraordinaire, this is a surprising start to what may end up being a perfectly fine day. And fine is all I need.

It's Been A While

Partial lyrics from the song stuck in my head. An oldie but, oh so good.

A little light looks through her bedroom window.
She dances and I dream, she's not so far as she seems
Of brighter meadows, melting sunsets,
Her hair blowing in the breeze.
And she can't see me watching.
I'm thinking love, love, love, love.

It's bittersweet, more sweet than bitter, bitter than sweet.
It's a bittersweet surrender.
It's bittersweet, more sweet than bitter, bitter than sweet.
It's a bittersweet surrender.

I said, I'm older now. I work in a city. We live together.
But it's different than my dream
Morning light fills the room. I rise
She pretends she's sleeping.
Are we everything we wanted?

It's bittersweet, more sweet than bitter, bitter than sweet.
It's a bittersweet surrender.
It's bittersweet, more sweet than bitter, bitter than sweet.
It's a bittersweet surrender.

-Bittersweet/ Big Head Todd and the Monsters

As If You Needed More Proof

Another sign of my nerdiness? I love taking personality tests, IQ tests, stupid internet quizzes. In my mind, it's all hilarious. So, today's test was the color code personality test and I actually thought the results were pretty right on. Here's what it said (and, um, what I already knew):

Congratulations. You are WHITE.

WHITES are motivated by PEACE. They seek independence and require kindness. They resist confrontation at all costs. To them, feeling good is more important than being good. They are typically quiet by nature, process things very deeply and objectively with great clarity. Of all the colors, WHITES are the best listeners. They respect people who are direct but recoil from perceived hostility or verbal battle.


WHITES need their "alone time" and refuse to be controlled by others. WHITES want to do things their own way and in their own time. They ask little of others and resent others demanding much of them. WHITES are much stronger than people think, but are not often seen for their strength because they don't easily reveal their feelings. WHITES are even-tempered, diplomatic, and the voice of reason; but can also be indecisive, unexpressive, and silently stubborn. When others interact with you, as a WHITE you respond to them best if they are kind, accepting and supporting of your individuality, and if they look for non-verbal clues to understand your feelings.

The two best parts? The first sentence congratulating my "whiteness." Doesn't seem very PC. And the second part which basically says that you should be nice to me or I'll be sad. Awesome. The internet thinks I'm a crybaby.

Without Fail

Men - they crack me up and kill me all at the same time. And when I'm not wanting to hurt one of them, I'm positive I can't live without them.

I've Finally Decided

I'm sending in a postcard to Postsecret. Am I telling you the secret? No way. But if it gets posted maybe you'll be able to figure it out.