I got an email the other day from a friend who said that I should think positive. She might not know it, but I’m the wrong person to say that to.
It’s not that I’m a pessimist, on the contrary, I do nothing but positive thinking, but the forces that be have other ideas.
Take work for instance. There are times that I sent a resume merely hoping for the best, but other times I think “This has to be the one. This has my name written all over it.” The majority of those resumes remain unanswered.
Occasionally I get an interview and that’s when it gets tricky. With some interviews, I just know that it was a waste of time, but every now and then the position I was interviewed for just fitted like a glove. That’s when I really go off the rails, stating “This is it. This has got to be it.” And nothing.
Next up, lottery. I play twice a week and I always think positive. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t play, right? Every Friday and every Saturday I get excited, thinking that this is my lucky day.
Every time I dream of a luxury condo, with a Lamborghini in the garage, plenty of jewelry in the safe and pots of money in the bank.
Not that I would forget my friends, I would share my good fortune. Unfortunately for them and for me, the jackpot has eluded me.
Finally, bowling. Whenever I head to the bowling alley, I feel full of beans. At the start of every game, I fully intend to make a big fat 200. (All bowlers dream of shooting a 300, but let’s keep it real). Occasionally I do shoot a 200+, but only very occasionally and my score remains under 220.
So let nobody preach to me about thinking positive. If my optimism followed me, I would have a well paying job, be able to quit that job because I would win the Lotto jackpot, and then have plenty of time to practice my bowling in pursuit of that elusive 300 game.