Hurray for Pessimism!

Lately it seems like every time I'm certain of something that something slips away from me. I'm speaking very generally here because that statement really could be applied to so many situations in the last few weeks. It has definitely affected my mood of late. This morning I woke up feeling rather down and pessimistic so when a friend called to hear my optimistic projects about the Indiana and N. Carolina primaries I begged off. I was sure that the primaries would go exactly how I didn't want them to go. I literally searched the internet for signs of hope, a poll that had reassuring numbers, an uplifting analysis from a pundit but no. So I slunk off to my pilates class hoping that the pain of highly strenuous ab exercises would distract me from my disappointment.

Well guess what? While hope is fun, pessimism apparently gets the job done. I swear to God, that N. Carolina win and virtual tie in Indiana worked like a handful of Prozac. It does kinda contradict the whole philosophy of The Secret, but I'm okay with that. So from now on I'm going to be very hopeful up to the date of a primary or the date of some other expected success but on the actual day I will take pains to be sleep deprived, ornery and cynical. I'll be like a human Eyeore continually surprised to find that my tail is never very far away no matter how many times I drop it.

Anyhoo, I'm going to check in with The Colbert Report now--not that the non-stop analysis on CNN doesn't thrill me. I particularly liked it when they debated what Obama was going to say in his speech right as he was walking up to the podium to deliver it. God, can you imagine if they hadn't made their predictions on time? We might have spent those thirty seconds he spent on thank-yous in an unbearable state of confusion!

Kyra Davis
Bestselling Author of:
SEX, MURDER AND A DOUBLE LATTE,
PASSION, BETRAYAL AND KILLER HIGHLIGHTS,
OBSESSION, DECEIT AND REALLY DARK CHOCOLATE
and
SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING