I don't know.... sometimes you wake up and although everything is the same as the day before, it is coated with a grey foggy silted wet mass...
Know that feeling at all?
Welcome to my world the last two days. Nothing wrong, but I can't raise a cheerful smile at anything.
Kicked myself into action and went out with girlfriends last night, and we were having a "why am I so unlucky" discussion. And I realised that I considered myself lucky, and that I had never had much terrible happen to me. And then we started the "but what about....." bit. Actually a lot of pretty iffy stuff has happened to me along the way.
Except that all the bad things in my life I have never really considered as major traumas. I have always just handled it and got on with the next thing.
So that should mean I have a positive attitude, yes?
Well, no, actually. But then, if I presume the worst and something happens that is less than the worst thing I anticipated, it is a welcome relief.
So....
Is that optimism or pessimism?
Or just an Eeyorish tendency?
Because I am Piglet really.
I give up....