Friday, October 20, 2017

My Funny Life Philosophy

I don't like the optimism, you know, hoping that something better will come. Nothing better will come, getting old sucks big way. Whoever told you that with age you will become smarter lied to you. Fuck it. You were young and stupid and then you are not young anymore.

I really don't like optimism. First, such people have no clue how the real world works. They are totally fake, soft and weak-minded. They stick their heads in the sand and ignore reality thinking happy thoughts while doing nothing. There is no second.

For example, what would you do if you're 52, you have money and free time. Oh never mind, the first thing you have in mind is to travel: Oh, I’d love to see New York! Or Paris, or London or Australia... Or Whatever-fuck-land. You want to stroll down through well-known avenues or hang out on a faraway beach, maybe drinking some tropical sweet cocktail shit.

I know a woman who read Eat, Pray, Love, which is a story about a woman’s travels and as soon as she finished the book, she got online and made reservations to go to visit the same countries. I have a friend who read 50 Shades of Gray and as soon as he finished the book, he got online... oh well, that is another story not for this blog.

Hey, how about my friend Georgie boy? He is a wealthy 50 something man, doing a lot of hunting and traveling. He spends more time on the airports and hotels in a month than me in a whole year. But if you ask me, he is a complete nut case.

It appears that everyone likes to travel. And I’m the only who doesn’t love it which makes me what - a freak, in a way. It’s like hating Christmas, which I admit I do, or weddings, which I despise, or kittens, which I don't hate. Who hates kittens? Fuck!.

On another hand, I am not a pessimist either. I don't expect only bad outcomes, I am not gloomy, joyless and unhopeful. Well, scratch unhopeful. Although I went through so many disappointments, I don't expect the misfortune to continue to my future. Naaay.

I'm not a pessimist, I'm not an optimist, I am a realist. I have no clue if being a realist is something good to acquire, but I ended up here, in the middle of the bullshit. What does it mean to be a realist anyway?

Being realistic is closer to pessimism but it is not quite pessimism, it downplays the good things in life and it tries to see the bad as inevitable. I try to make no prejudice for what people believe and how they behave, I try to be impartial, with no judgments. Sometimes, I don't succeed.

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