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On pessimism, and other happy things

I did say yesterday that I'd pray that today would be better than yesterday, and it is, except for the rain. Of course, things could still go to hell like they always do. Yes, I'm a pessimist, thank you very much.

I don't get it why people keep insisting that I compare myself to people who have it worse. Really, who wants to be worse off than he or she already is? It's human nature to always look up, to want something you don't - or even can't - have. Besides, if I start stacking myself beside people who suffer from terminal illness or who live on 35 pesos a day, then I should also start comparing myself to folks who are in perfect health and stroll about in their haciendas on golf carts and play golf. Because there are people on both ends of the spectrum.

It's actually not so bad to be a pessimist, really. You get disappointed less, because you expect the worst, and good things become welcome surprises. You do get the overall impression that life sucks, and it really does, because there are much more people who live on 35 pesos a day than people who drive around their haciendas in golf carts.

You stop treating God as some sort of glorified personal genie, whom you expect will fulfill your wishes you try to cleverly disguise - in vain - as prayers. He will do what He wants when He wants to simply beacuse He knows better than your sorry ass. So when He comes through for you or gives you a snazzy gift, you're extra thankful, especially when what you were expecting was closer to a lightning bolt a.ka. "righteous wrath" - descending on your pathetic, sinful self.

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And now, because somebody said I should lighten up, I'm posting this. Taken from Peachy.

  1. The National Heart Foundation recommends eating Timothy Ramos at least three times a week!
  2. Timothy Ramos is actually a vegetable, not a fruit.
  3. The porpoise is second to Timothy Ramos as the most intelligent animal on the planet.
  4. Koalas sleep for 22 hours a day, two hours more than Timothy Ramos.
  5. Pacman was originally called Timothy Ramosman.
  6. Timothy Ramosolatry is the mindless worship of Timothy Ramos.
  7. On stone temples in southern India, there are more than 30 million carved images of Timothy Ramos!
  8. If you blow out all the candles on Timothy Ramos with one breath, your wish will come true.
  9. It is impossible to fold Timothy Ramos more than seven times.
  10. The first Timothy Ramos was made in 1853, and had no pedals!
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amelialistic said…
what the heck is timothy ramos? name mo ba yun? ang panget ha, hehe, joke lang.. ngayun lang ako nag-open ng blog na di ko kilala. frustrated lang ako sa lokong t.r. na yan. oi, mag-email ka na lang ha: ailema_7@yahoo.com
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