it's tough havin to put up with family members
who are not just miserable pessimist's. but their constant put-down's can do irreparable damage to your ego also.
especially if you's have one which is as fragile MASSIVE as mine. can't help it can i, being the owner of one? especially one that is fragile MASSIVE? i mean, i was *born* with one to begin with. like, there are those who were born with the gift of the gab - not that i'm implyin i'm blessed with it either.
seriously, pessimist's hate us positive types who subscribe to the silver lining to every dark and ominous cloud concept. or just simply our plain optimism. how come? this thing called [incredible] self-belief is missing in their genetic makeup. apart from that one other gene in em that influences their sadistic tendencies in wanting us to fail.
so they could gloat and rub their paw's with fuckin glee.
they hate seeing us becomin successful. they can get unreasonably petty or jealous that whatever we set out to do reaped the desired results. and the best bit is they blame it on god, fate, their dog and just anythin and anyone else except emselves for their utter misery.
it makes you's wonder how the hell they got this far in life innit? a complete waste of space, em.
right. so what motivated me to blah about this? it so happened i come across this fine article on optimism yesterday whilst posting mine on this fabtastic site - which allows spanish, french, german, italian and portuguese speakers to translate our works into their native tongues.
[which in turn translates into wider audienceship/readership for moi. yay.]
after what i have just gone through recently, said article is a timely extra boost for my ego. ta, Kent.
as enscribed by the letter b @ December 9, 2006 10:19 AM | someone's pinged