This was actually my last long winded Facebook status.
I was perusing Facebook the last week and something dawned on me. I was laying in a hospital bed for eight days and had two complaints the entire week (one about my roommates family using cell phones in the room and the other was a work related thing where someone wasn't doing their job and I was asked to work it out from my bed). All my post aside from that were positive and tried to show some levity. Yet there are people who call me a downer, a pessimist and a cynic and think I'm the most negative person on the planet. Then I went back and started reading their posts. Status after status calling people out, talking behind other's backs, complaining about life's daily trials and tribulations. It's funny how perception and reality is so skewed in our daily lives. My mother was dying for nine years and complained less in person than the average self anointed "optimist" does in a day. For all you people who think rain, sitting in a waiting room or being stuck in traffic is Facebook or conversation worthy, you my friend are not an optimist. Rainy days should be used to make a call to a friend you've ignored. Sitting in a waiting room can let you finish that book that you have put down due to lack of time and traffic gives you time to reflect or sing as loud as you can along with the radio. There are things in life we can't control. A week in the hospital, in bed, no TV, no computer (for me) and I was at peace with the idea that I can't change it, so embrace the time to think and to relax. Why is it that I'm the negative one but those who sling insults and call me negative are the positive ones? Seems ironic to me.
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