As a realist with a slight tendency towards doom and gloom, I tend to expect the apocalypse every day. One could say, I rehearse the serious case on a daily basis. It's the default setting.
Therefore news that send gullible optimists into a deep depression (i.e. "bad" weather forecasts) come as natural to me, as cereal for breakfast or (in case you don't eat cereal or have breakfast)"taking a dumb".
That being said, many people seem reluctant to the fact that they have a digestive system. In fact, they'd rather sell their souls to the devil than ever being caught purchasing toilet paper (#pandemic_is_over)
Generally speaking, optimists have a talent for ignoring the hard facts. The sun is always shining either up their ass or hidden somewhere inside.
Summer is peak season for optimists. It can never be hot enough for them to wallow in the heat and bread their sweaty bodies. Their enthusiasm levels rise simultaneously to the outside temperature. Hard times for realists like me to get by.
So far, I've been able to avoid these people but since the arrival of the morkie, I am forced to interact with the outside world several times a day. Therefore I'm trying to adjust to their climate. After all, one shouldn't expect the worst every day, right?!
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