You know what's always bugged me? People telling me to be positive. I just don't get it. I really don't see the point in always trying to find the bright side of a bad situation. Notice that I say always, because sometimes I look for it. Just not always. I'm all for my delusions, but I don't need them all the time. Here's the real problem with believing in the power of positive thinking. That theory says, basically, that you stay positive until something good happens. Well, of course it's going to work with that qualifier. The law of large numbers says that something good will eventually happen. You just can't attribute it to whatever you want.
Really, isn't that taking a lot of credit for something you had no control over?
I'll admit that being optimistic does have its upsides. You worry less. You hurt less. You feel less.
I think that last one's my problem with it. I feel too disconnected when I choose to not look at things how they really are. I feel too fake. Maybe I'll give myself an ulcer from worrying too much, but is that any better than lying to myself for years?
The fact of the matter is that the world is big and scary and painful sometimes. No amount of positivity can change that. No amount of positivity should. We need the harder times. They're what make us who we are. They're how we learn what we're capable of.
And that doesn't even begin to describe what happens when you think positively only to be let down over and over again. Is that any better than not being positive to begin with? It seems to me that the people who try their best to always be positive are also the ones who are the most negative when their upside finally gets crushed.
Maybe, when I choose to be negative, I'm really just try to spare myself from that.