Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Optimist Prime Meets Bigfoot
I am an optimist -- I can't help it. Some might (and definitely do) call me "gullible," and maybe there's a touch of truth there. I see the inherent good in people, and nearly all of the time, I am right. I know some people that live their lives assuming the worst and then enjoy the surprise when they are wrong. I guess I'm just not that cynical. I wouldn't call myself a Pollyanna, because I am cautious when I need to be; but overall, I look for the good and I'm rarely let down.
Back to what some like to call the "gullible part", I'm also one of those people who likes to believe in everything until there's a reason not to believe. Excuse me for sounding X-File-ish, but I want to believe. I love the possibility of ghosts, aliens, Bigfoot, goat-sucking Chupacabras, and the things of urban legends. My mind wanders constantly and I often create crazy scenario daydreams in my head (I just need to work on not doing this as much when I'm driving). I love that about myself, although I have been called everything from ditzy to flaky to just plain crazy because I'm off visiting my world of make believe and sometimes miss important details of conversations. That's ok -- the world in my head is sometimes far more interesting than some of the conversations I have in the real world. And if you need proof of Bigfoot, let me show you my 12-year old son's shoes.