smart little calvin!
I suppose there might be a thing as too much optimism.
I think i’m often guilty of it. all things in moderation. 🙂
that way I eat my words far less.
Yes, there is such a thing as too much optimism. Our Civil War, World War I, The Iraq War, etc. were all based on too much optimism. How could anything go wrong?
I went out to lunch with Manjiree, Deborah, Phil and Ranjan to a new restaurant recently opened by two remarkable chefs who are Ranjan’s friends. They insisted on lavishing attention on me and I was carried away with their enthusiasm and love and was over optimistic about my digestive abilities. As I write this six hours post lunch, I am paying the price. But, boy, did I enjoy the food and the attention!
I’m an optimistic person, most of the time. The more realistic part of my brain often questions what the overly optimistic part is doing: (Say what? You really want to do that??) It’s the part that usually gets me into trouble!
I sure do relate to the “my brain is trying to kill me” part. Chattering away at me, weighing pros and cons ad nauseam. Then I go for a long walk which has the magical power of calming the waves.
As opposed to being reckless I think “optimism” is a great force to keep going – not least in the face of adversity. But don’t make the mistake that it’ll all be fine and dandy just because you want it to be.
That comic is me.
Over-thinking and trying to be optimistic but finally….
not doing it.
So maybe you could call me pessimistic
but I call it overly cautious.
I blame my mother who put me in charge of my little sisters welfare
when we were little.
It’s left me worrying about everything that COULD happen.
:/
I have more or less constant conversations with myself- it stems I believe from home alone (by then) child with rather elderly parents who might have by then realised that have a “special baby” wasn’t supposed to happen…
Parents died in my 20s, since then I prefer to work with my head conversations on what is best for me…but sometimes it takes me forever to make a decision!
smart little calvin!
I suppose there might be a thing as too much optimism.
I think i’m often guilty of it. all things in moderation. 🙂
that way I eat my words far less.
Yes, there is such a thing as too much optimism. Our Civil War, World War I, The Iraq War, etc. were all based on too much optimism. How could anything go wrong?
I went out to lunch with Manjiree, Deborah, Phil and Ranjan to a new restaurant recently opened by two remarkable chefs who are Ranjan’s friends. They insisted on lavishing attention on me and I was carried away with their enthusiasm and love and was over optimistic about my digestive abilities. As I write this six hours post lunch, I am paying the price. But, boy, did I enjoy the food and the attention!
I’m glad you had a great time. It sounds like it was worth the price. 🙂
I’m an optimistic person, most of the time. The more realistic part of my brain often questions what the overly optimistic part is doing: (Say what? You really want to do that??) It’s the part that usually gets me into trouble!
It’s a good idea to think a bit. 🙂
I sure do relate to the “my brain is trying to kill me” part. Chattering away at me, weighing pros and cons ad nauseam. Then I go for a long walk which has the magical power of calming the waves.
As opposed to being reckless I think “optimism” is a great force to keep going – not least in the face of adversity. But don’t make the mistake that it’ll all be fine and dandy just because you want it to be.
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It pays not to get too carried away and lose touch with reality.
That comic is me.
Over-thinking and trying to be optimistic but finally….
not doing it.
So maybe you could call me pessimistic
but I call it overly cautious.
I blame my mother who put me in charge of my little sisters welfare
when we were little.
It’s left me worrying about everything that COULD happen.
:/
In Calvin’s case it’s a good thing he stopped to think. He often doesn’t do that. 🙂
I have more or less constant conversations with myself- it stems I believe from home alone (by then) child with rather elderly parents who might have by then realised that have a “special baby” wasn’t supposed to happen…
Parents died in my 20s, since then I prefer to work with my head conversations on what is best for me…but sometimes it takes me forever to make a decision!