I learned an appreciation for music from being exposed to it ever since I came into existence. My mother taught music, had started playing the piano (correctly by ear) around the age of five, and afforded me the opportunity to learn about music - especially musicals from the 40’ & 50’.
I’ve been somewhat introspective since the beginning of the year, and I’ve been thinking about my propensities for viewing many things from the negative side of the fence… (That, in turn, reminded me of one particular song that get’s on my nerves whenever I hear it… A Cockeyed Optimist from South Pacific.) But, as I have often pointed out, if you expect the worse from the beginning, you can not be disappointed; you can only be pleasantly surprised.
In reality, I do not consider myself to be pessimistic; nor am I an optimist. Instead, I feel myself to be an analyzer. I analyze anything, everything, at all times… I look for what could possibly go wrong; I look for what could possibly go right… I want to know the immediate impact, the short term impact, and the long term impact. I immediately start trying to find an answer to everything. It’s what I do for a career, which I started working towards when I was 10 years old. It is so much what I am that there seems to be no switch for it…
Of course… It does present problems from time to time… And every so often, even with all the careful contemplation I can muster, I still find myself flipping a coin. Maybe there is something to being an optimist. Maybe I should have taken lessons from an old love of mine who was in real life, at the time, the epitome of A Cockeyed Optimist.
About Me
- Morgan2112
- I am an…eclectic…individual with a soul as ancient as the multi-verse; I live by a code of Lawfulness, but one of my own design, and one which is anachronistic; I possess utter derision for the societies of the world today – I see them as a desecration of the potential eminence of humanity; I am no more than myself…
6 comments:
Rebecca, right, you're talking about Rebecca the Cockeyed Optimist?
You could always be a reluctant optimist (like me), of the "yeah, I'm an optimist, damnit!" school. (Yeah, I know, an optimist with clinical depression-- Arioch, I crack myself up sometimes!)
Yes... It suited her... I was to young to truly recognize how special her demeanor was when we met. Cest la vie...
Optimist? Reluctant optimist?? Me??? Um... Naw... Think I'll seek solace by shooting for neutral.
Neutral... yeah, I can see you being BN (brooding neutral) Brooding neutrals can do whatever they want, but they always wonder if they did the right thing (and then they wonder if there is a "right" thing... and then they wonder if questioning the existence of a right thing is a wrong thing... and then they wonder...) ;-)
Damn! but I resemble that remark. :)
yep, you surely do, sire! have a spooky weekend; blog ya later!
So you think you've been in the south too long... Let's test that theory... Are you eating chitlins yet? If not, there's still hope...
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