I found myself in a couple of situations recently that I willingly chose to be optimistic about. Despite the fact that these situations were surrounded by caution tape, red flags, big warning beacons and a squirmy feeling in my stomach.
I like to believe in things like good intentions, integrity and sincerety. I don't want to be the person that doubts everyone, is all jaded and skeptical because I think that just carries too much weight. I prefer to traipse through life all whimsical wearing my oh so pretty rose coloured glasses.
The most sketchy of scenarios turned out rather well. Someone came through for me when I may have let my doubts wiggle around too much. I did obey the caution tape on this one a bit, but I take comfort in knowing that despite the skeptisism and convoluted conversations, there was a happy ending.
Especially since the other situation blew up in my face. Badly. I've been searching around for the word that captures how I feel about it all, and I seem to be hovering around "livid". But who is to blame, the fool, or the fooled? Once I figure that out, I'll know who I am most angry with.
I think though, despite the livid, I will keep those rose coloured glasses handy. Because they are rather pretty...
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