Where the heck have I been for last couple of days? I’m glad you asked. I was in one of the few truly magical places left in the world where anything is possible and dreams come true. I was in Disneyland!
Okay, so maybe that is laying it on a little thick, but it really was a great time. To see Disney through the eyes of our 2 and 4 year old kids is to know that there really was magic in that place.
But the real topic here (as indicated by the title) is pessimism. I have been accused of being a pessimist on a number of occasions and it was in a line at Disney that I really understood the problem with that line of thinking.
Shortly before riding the roller coaster “Space Mountain,” it broke. I don’t know why it broke or if there was a history of problems with this particular ride. I do know that all the lights came on and a voice announced that the rides were temporarily suspended until some issue was resolved. Personally, I find most roller coasters to be on the marginal line between thrilling and terrifying. As I began to ponder what the “issue” might have been (broke wheel, decapitation, can’t find a lost limb, poison gas) I had an epiphany…
The problem with being a pessimist is that when you are proven right, it sucks because something bad happened; but when things turn out good, pessimists are wrong. I hate being wrong. I also don’t want to be right when I am being pessimistic.
On the other hand, when optimists are proven wrong they get the double dose of being wrong and things being bad.
Therefore, I will remain an optimistic pessimist. I can feel confident that I will have the satisfaction of either being right or that things are going well. And being proven wrong is a positive that I can live with.