Talking Point 10: My glass is half empty…
Last night our sleepy village became Gotham City; a dark and forbidding place with a river gushing down the footpath and blocked drains flooding the pavements. Well that’s what I saw anyway. Because I’m a pessimist. Stuart saw an opportunity to put on our wellies and skip to the village carol concert in the pub. Because he’s an optimist.
This morning we found the living room flooded. My first move was to escape. But the car wouldn’t start. Rain had flooded the starter motor which then froze in the night. I kicked the car loudly, and wept silently as Stuart dismantled the living room. Because I’m a pessimist. Stuart saw an opportunity to get rid of an old carpet and sand the floor. He also saw an opportunity to get out into The Lakes on a bike ride instead of driving anywhere this weekend. Because he’s an optimist.
When it all goes pear shaped I wobble and crumble. Stuart thrives. It’s just how we are. He’s been reading a book called Learned Optimism. He thinks it explains everything. Apparently my pessimism stems from my parents and upbringing and an unhelpful thinking habit. And from the fact I’m a girl. But being an optimist he tells me it’s changeable. The subtitle of the book is “How to change your mind and your life.” He’d better be careful if I decide to change my life.
It seems I don’t have to be a pessimist forever. But the thing is, what if being a pessimist makes me happy? What then?
Are you a glass half full or glass half empty kind of person? Do you think you can ever change? Would you want to?
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