Pessimistic Optimism
I’m an eternal optimist. I would characterize myself as a pretty positive person. Why then when it comes to dating—and I know I’m not alone here—is it my first inclination to become extremely pessimistic? I become a “worst case scenario� aficionado.
My imagination runs rampant creating its own dramas and suddenly everything becomes so clear and makes sense to a point where it actually becomes truth in my mind. I.E. Of course the guy I’m seeing isn’t calling me back—he’s with some other girl. He met her at the casino. She’s Russian and her name is Rasklonikova. She’s the daughter of some rich tennis pro and might as well be on the cover of Playboy. Oh, she was. Check out November 2004. He found the love of his life and that’s why he doesn’t have three seconds to call me back!
Okay… so that was a little contrived albeit ridiculous. It isn’t until I really step (or my girlfriends forcibly drag my silly head) out of the box and try to peer in from the outside that I begin to take into account the fact that I overanalyze the minutest of details and am of course probably just hormonal (PMS much!) or having a temporary bout of insanity.
I don’t know how I became conditioned to think this way—it just happens. Maybe I should start looking into writing for a soap opera. Is Young and the Restless still on the air? Are they hiring? Anyone? Luckily for me, the dramas (almost) never come true and I’m brought back to my senses in time before I do real damage and scare the poor guy off for good. That reminds me…he hasn’t called me back…
xx
Sandy
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