vaguely metaphysical post

[kellinator]

In the "our thoughts create our realities" department:

Is it just me, or have you ever noticed that when you're running late, you hit all the red lights and will inevitably get stuck behind a slow-moving dumptruck? It happens to me all the fucking time -- it's not a morning commute if I don't bellow "DRIVE, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, DRIVE!!!"

This morning, I was on time. And I made even better time. Was that because the traffic patterns are slightly different a few moments earlier? Or is it because I stayed calm and wasn't focused on all the things I could run into?

And if it's really the case, why don't we fix our perspectives? Is it because we (I) find it more fun to be all doom and gloom?

Food for thought.

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[daraflower.livejournal.com]

And if it's really the case, why don't we fix our perspectives? Is it because we (I) find it more fun to be all doom and gloom?

i think about this sort of thing a lot... i don't think it's more fun exactly, but i do feel an odd sense of loyalty to at least some portion of my pessimism, as if to relinquish it entirely would be dishonest (however beneficial). sure i get depressed a lot, but i know there is a cognitive basis for it. it's authentic. i would be losing a part of my integrity and my insight to recant my view of the world, even if some of my views are terribly maladaptive. that's a bitch alright, but that's just the way it goes. the way i see it, there are good, sound reasons why we have the particular perspectives we do... and part of life is coming to terms with those reasons. only then can you hope to transcend them.