My husband tells me I’m a
pessimist. He tends to over dramatize the entire situation by saying something along the lines of : (makes a poor attempt to use my voice) Oh great, I just cut my finger. I’m going to need a band-aid or it’ll get infected and I’ll have to go to the hospital where they’ll amputate my finger. And if it spreads, well forget it. They’ll have to take my entire hand.
*raises eyebrows* Ahem. I am not THAT bad. The man can be so infuriating sometimes. I have since tried to explain to him that I am not a pessimist, but a realist. What does this mean, you may ask? It means that I get it. That I understand the way things work. It’s called Murphy’s Law and it goes something like this:
Things will go wrong in any given situation, if you give them a chance.
Some people would call that kind of thinking negative. I don’t. I call it being prepared. Let’s think about this for a second, shall we? Here are a few circumstances were Murphy’s Law never fails –
- Whenever I get my hair done (straightened) it rains.
- I’ve searched for hours on end for a unique, attractive dress/outfit, only to find another person wearing it at a very important occasion. Of course it looks better on them.
- When running late, there is always an 1) accident on the roads, 2) construction, or 3) vehicle malfunction.
- I’ve gotten sick for every major performance I’ve ever given. Imagine 8 years of theatre. I’ve had pneumonia, strep, bronchitis, the flu, been dehydrated, and had a stomach virus. All with lead roles.
See what I mean? You can’t say its all coincidence. It just can’t be. So, I live life without the rose colored glasses, although they do make the sky look rather pretty. I’m a realist, and I not only expect everything to go wrong, I want it to. Because I’m prepared to kick serious law booty. It’s why I am the QUEEN of backup plans.
The reason for this completely random post? My sister straightened my hair today. Sure enough, it rained this afternoon. 😉 Looks like hubby doesn’t know anything after all.