Glass Half Empty
Warning: This is a whiny, pouty, pathetic post. I'm in the mood to complain and feel sorry for myself…and it isn’t pretty. Read with caution.
I have always been a bit of a pessimist. I don’t know why I am this way, but I don’t think anyone who knows me would call me an optimist.
If I have learned anything from selling this house and trying to buy a home on short sale, it is this:
Being optimistic is stupid.
At least when you are pessimistic you won’t expect things to actually work out, so when they don’t, you won’t be as upset about it. When you get your hopes up and are feeling like “hey, I might as well be happy and optimistic that things will fall in place” and then they don’t…well, then your feelings get all hurt and you get mad, then sad then downright depressed about the whole thing.
Being optimistic about things is almost like being completely insane. The whole time I was optimistic I wasn’t planning on what the next step was. I wasn’t seeing the whole picture and I was pretending that all of this nonsense was going to just fall together. Now that I’m back to my old pessimist ways, I can see clearly how screwed up this whole mess is. Things aren’t going to be easy. Everything is going to be crazy, and I am actually have to live someplace weird.
We have to be out of this house by 10am Monday. Actually, we won’t be able to sleep here after Saturday because we are moving the beds out that afternoon. So, on Sunday we will only be here to clean and Monday morning we will be handing over the keys.
I can’t think of anything optimistic about any of that…except that we probably will own the house we want sometime in the future.
PS. Please don’t remind me of all the things I have to be thankful for…like my family, our health, yadda yadda. I know all that, but I can’t wallow in self pity if people keep reminding me how many things I should be happy about. In other words, if you have something nice to say, don’t.