I have discovered that I am in love with the illusion that the world is filled with hope and ideals. My heart warms in the garish light of my television as the protagonists champion brilliant causes and noble dreams.
I wonder sometimes if under all this cynicism and realism (optimists please read pessimism here) there is romanticism... And then I add hopeless to that... And then I giggle and point out to myself that I am not very good at it... And then I remind myself of the romantics (both hopeless and non-hopeless) that I know, and recognize that I don't have their ~thing that I don't have... beauty? wonder? hope (in the case of the non-hopeless)?~ I don't have their romanticism!
And then I make cynical and realistic (optimists please read pessimistic here) comments, and change the topic.
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