Optimism

"Some pursue happiness; you create it."
That's what my fortune cookie said today.

I have actually found this to be very true for me lately. I'm not sure if someone has been filtering nitrous oxide into my A/C unit or what, but I have found that the past few months have had me much happier than ever.

Although I don't think I would have ever described myself as an optimist, I haven't had the unimaginable ability to find the negative in everything as I used to. Don't get me wrong, I still get stressed, but I'm just not as talented at finding things to whine about anymore.

Instead of "eww, rain" it's "ooo, rain!"
Instead of "gosh, my job is boring" it's "man, my paycheck is good!"
Instead of "aww, you have to go on duty AGAIN?" it's "yay, I get to see your cute butt in uniform AGAIN!"
You get the point.

I guess I just feel like complaining has become a complete waste of time. And even though sometimes nasty sarcasm rears its ugly head, I realize things typically turn out for the better, and I shouldn't give my face another reason to be hormonal and break out on me.

For those of you haters [white girls translation: "naysayers"] who don't realize it:
(1) I have a life.
(2) I have hobbies.
(3) I have friends.
(4) I am a strong woman.
(5) I am a smart blonde.
(6) I am a caring individual.
(7) I love my boyfriend.
(8) I love my mom.
(9) I love my dog.
(10) I haven't killed my houseplant yet.
[Note: If you really know me, then you understand that #10 definitely belongs on the list.]

So things are good. There are very few ways that I think they could be better.

Maybe if I had a piece of cheesecake right now.

Note to Self: My friend Jon's fortune cookie said "It is sometimes better to travel hopefully than to arrive." What the HELL does that mean????? Like, it's okay if the destination sucks, as long as the journey was fun?

Maybe, live it up now, because heaven is really just going to be a lot like playing dodge-ball in elementary school (ie. torture)?

It's probably alluding to drinking. The "journey" of all those jello shots is oh-so-fun, but the "destination" of paying homage to the porcelain god for three straight hours is not so great. Personally, I think that destination makes your journey look like total crap. No matter how much fun shotgunning that beer was.

Ugh. That'll kill your optimism.