I am the ultimate pessimist. I am. I’ve been a raging-skull-punch-you-on-the-way-down pessimist as long as I can remember. I always explain it like this: Hope for the best but always assume it won’t happen because life sucks and you should just get a helmet. Sometimes, always expecting the negative in a situation bums me out and irritates people but you know what? Screw off, there is a perk!! If you expect nothing to happen, or plan for worst case scenario, when things do go your way it’s even better!
Ie: Holding out for a new position at work.
Expectation: My ass getting canned and THEN denied unemployment.
Reality: Received promotion and desk with sparkles in it. (You can’t beat sparkles.) (Stop laughing.)
Being a pessimist has almost become a safety blanket for me. It’s just one more way I protect myself from getting hurt or upset when shit hits the fan… you know, because I expected it to, so I was prepared.
The only catch is is that people are not included in this mess of a safety net. For some reason, my
hopes expectations of people are just as high as I have set for myself. This includes everyone, I’m talking from my neighbors to my boyfriend, from my kid to the little shit who lives 5 houses down. Everyone. Yes. I’m talking about you. I’m talking about family, I’m talking about doctors, I’m talking about co-workers, I’m talking about that kid who changed my oil last weekend. I’m talking about the lady who owns the laundry mat all the way to the got-damned President of the United States. I’m also talking about the person who is criticizing the fuck out of me for my run-on sentences. Yes, you too asshole. I have high-ass expectations for all of you.
“Oh but Sarah, you can’t expect that out of me?! It’s to harrrd!”
Bite me. You’re talking to a Single-Mom (not-even-child-support. Nada from the Dad.) who has been suffering with “Moderate to Severe” active Crohns Disease for 6 (5 diagnosed) years. I went from working 2 restaurant/bar gigs AND odd jobs to an office job all the while trying *not* to die or live in the hospital. Throw in some domestic abuse, a failed marriage, and sprinkle some good old anxiety and depression on top. If I can do it, you can do it.
My life isn’t easy, and it’s not the hardest out there, but if I can live up to my expectations of what a person should be, how they should act, then so can you.
It’s not even that my expectations are phenomenal or anything, I always thought they were run-of-the-mill. Yet, time and time again I am informed that I expect too much.
Too much? Maybe.
I expect you to not be an asshole. No seriously. Just stop being an asshole to everyone. How about instead of copping an attitude at everyone who looks your way, you can try to say something nice to them or *gasp* try and help another human being with something.
I expect you to be polite and have manners. (Half of you just choked.) (Good.) I am one of the first people to laugh at or crack a horrible blow-job joke. I am. However, I hold the door for people coming out after me. If someone drops something, I try and pick it up for them. If I bump into someone, I apologize. Christ people, it’s not that hard. You walk past someone you smile and say “Hey” or do that stupid head nod thing that people do. Oh and two words. “Please” and fucking “Thank you” <- I especially expect children to say it. (I had two little girls, aged 4, in my office today while their mom was with my co-worker. They said Please and Thank You for every single crayon I gave them, they even said it to *each other* as they fought over who got to draw with the purple-sparkle pen. If two little girls can say it, so can grown ass people.)
Work. If you’re over the legal age to work, I expect you to work. I don’t care what the hell you do, I don’t. I just expect you to do it, do it well and not be fucking lazy. I get it, people have lazy days, most days I decided I’d rather go back to bed before I even leave my bed. That doesn’t excuse you from doing your damned job. I’ve also done the dead-end job thing. I know that if you work hard sometimes it just doesn’t get you anywhere. My examples: Jiffy Lube, all 3 greek restaurants I worked at, Elder-care (promotion wise), most retail, the majority of sales (small ticket items), etc. You know why you should work hard? Just in case. Just in case you might get a chance at a different position or a promotion. Because you should work to *earn* your money, not mooch it. Also you have to work with other people, so this resorts back to “not being an asshole”. Don’t make your co-workers days hell. Work. It’s called “work-ethic” and you should have it, more importantly we should instill it in our children.
I expect you to be educated. I’m not talking about college, I’m not even talking about high school. I expect you to know what’s going on around you in the world, to care what’s happening to other people. I expect you to have an opinion, even if it differs from mine. I expect you to pay attention to something beyond the new trinket you just bought. There is important stuff going on in our world right now, I don’t expect you to be aware of everything, or know every minute detail, because I sure don’t… but I expect a decent attempt. I want people to have a brain of their own, not to be a mindless sheep. Why? Stupid people piss me off. So don’t be stupid. Borrow a book, read a newspaper. You know, Yahoo! has news and Google isn’t just there to look up porn. Use your brain.
I’m not saying you have to be perfect. I’m not. I’m far fucking from it. Sometimes I smoke too much, sometimes I snap at people through out the day because I’m cranky. Sometimes while you’re talking I imagine strangling you so you stop rambling on about your new manicure. I have lazy days and I have “Do I really have to put on pants??” days. But I try to be a good person, I try to be nice and courteous, I try to do my job to the best of my ability and I try to be aware and active in the world around me. That’s all I’m asking of other people, just do it. I’m a pessimist a million and one days out of a million and two. I am an optimist when it comes to other people. If you fuck-heads take that away from me, imagine how miserable I am going to make the world around me. (ha)
At least try not to be an asshole. That’s a start.