After blogging for 17 months,
people probably have figured out
that I am a ‘glass half empty’ kind of person.
I have tons of hope that other people’s problems will work out,
but I have little hope regarding my own.
For instance, I’m sure Stanley is going to bail on birdnesting, be ordered to pay a minimum in child support, and I am going to have to live with my kids in an apartment in the hood that has bars on the windows.
My future home
In my clinical work, I help people find the window in a dark room with the door closed. The goal is to redefine hope. We all hope that things will work out differently if we make the exact same choices every time. Well, let’s redefine what to hope for while making those choices or how about doing something different and hoping for better.
But man, I suck at it in my own life.
I don’t really think it’s my fault.
I got it from my mom.
My dad says my mom is going to see the bullet that hits her.
That woman is prepared for the sky to fall.
She told me Stanley was going to suck at the housework deal…
She told me I would probably have to move.
She told me I would be poor if I got a divorce.
So, she isn’t usually wrong.
So imagine my surprise
in dealing with
Al the wondermist.
He is not just an optimist, he is a
freaking, freaky, freak of nature.
The man spent about 10 days feeling low about his situation.
(Which by the way would have me in the bed in the fetal position
on Zoloft 150 mg, Ativan PRN, and Trazodone at bedtime)
He’s doing GREAT.
He says that not driving anymore is a relief.
He’s getting rides to where he needs to go.
It’s all working!
He wakes up everyday and sends me the same text he always did before.
“Goodmorning Love. Let’s make today a good day.”
Yeah, okay. Bah!
I’ve never seen someone with such a sunny personality who
doesn’t have cognitive impairments.
Regarding our long distance relationship:
Me: “This will never work out in the long run.”
Him: “But what if it does! There is just as good a chance that it will!”
Me: “I just want to get the sadness over with. We can’t do it.”
Him: “We are going to be happy. Stupid happy. Accept it. You are going to
be stupid happy.”
Oh okay. You can try if you insist.
Good luck with that.
Bless his heart.
The sun is coming for the weekend.
I can’t wait.
I’m cautiously optimistic that we will have a great time.