I am an apologetic, starry-eyed optimist.
And I don't give a rat's ass what you think.
For a few years now, I've been decrying myself a cynic... but in truth, I'm only cynical in my view of what I expect from the majority of people. People seem to rarely change in the great grand scheme of things... and when I am suprised now and then by my low expection of my fellow man proven wrong, it's a pleasant sort of surprise, rather than another disappointment.
But the world as a whole? The Universe and all it's mysteries? The planet's ability to adapt and adjust and change and persevere?
Starry. Eyed. Optimist.
Why, you ask? Preservation of my sanity for the most part. Because, if I were to believe otherwise, then I would not even bother to get up in the moring. I wouldn't bother with all the hardship and trial I'm going through to try to have a baby, or find a job, or pay my bills (I mean... if the world ends in 2012, what the hell is the point of trying).
It's late and I'm tired, so I'll leave this little blurb with probably one of my favorite quotes from one of my (new) favorite TV shows:
The Doctor: You lot, you spend all your time thinking about dying, like you're gonna get killed by eggs, or beef, or global warming, or asteroids. But you never take time to imagine the impossible. Like maybe you survive. This is the year 5.5/apple/26, five billion years in your future, and this is the day... Hold on...
[He checks his watch, and through the window the sun suddenly flares]
This is the day the sun expands. Welcome to the end of the world.
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