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I look at the world as a realist with optimistic tendencies. This let’s me lead a life without total despair but also hold on to reality. I think the world is probably too negative but humanity needs some negativity and I’m allowed to have negative opinions.
If everyone thinks everything is great all the time, then there is a problem. It would be a lie. Everything could be better, always. Maybe that makes me a perfectionist, and I’ll accept that, but if people don’t express their opinions, good and bad, how is change enacted?
Sometimes, I don’t even care about change as much as I care about blowing off steam, which is why it infuriates me so much when people say thinks like, “That’s the luck of the draw!” to squash my outrage. Which is exactly what happened to me the other day. (I’m going to purposefully be ambiguous about what actually happened.) The short of it is that, by chance, I was put in a less than ideal situation. I simply admitted to myself, and a small group of people, that it was too bad fate had it against me in this situation. That’s when I’m hit with, “That’s the luck of the draw!” As if this person was a prophet and understood some meaning of life that I didn’t. ARGHHHH!
Then there’s the thing about speaking in inane clichés like, “That’s the luck of the draw!” It sounds like a campy catchphrase for Gambit. Why should a person even speak if everything is going to be something so meaningless? To look smart? To look cool? Those are my guesses. How about having a conversation instead of dismissing opinions off-the-bat.
