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from one of the real journals; written during first period geometry, whilst experiencing major PMS, may 5th, 2009…would’ve been a blog, i’m sure, had i been into tumblr at the time.

“Being A Cynic VS Being A Realist

one who is realistic is one who has their head on their shoulders, so to speak. one who is “down to earth”. and so on. realists are aware of reality (obviously). though there is hope, there is a balance between plausible possibilities and mere wishful thinking. but a realist does not confuse the two. to say the least, a person who is aware of reality allows themselves to take the chance; but also knows the consequences.

a cynic, on the otherhand, is a realist that has lost the ounce of wishful thinking that i believe seperates the two. they have been washed away of their hope. well, that sounds a bit extreme. perhaps a proper definition is a bitter realist. one who has been fooled by dreaming enough to stop believing. a cynic is no fool—full of doubt. the doubt of a cynic is their own defense mechanism against another emotional stab. no one is born a cynic—they are simply realists who hit some bumps in the road.

but being a cynic and being cynical are two different things. everyone has that phase of doubt post negative experience. therefore, anyone can be cynical. but physically being a cynic is similar to having “chronic doubt.” it’s like you’re so deep in that hole of negativity, and your latter of faith has been stolen. you’re stuck. the bitterness consumes you. i don’t know what extent of negativity in one’s life is required to fall into that pattern of beliefs. i hope i never know. my best example is dr. house…who even then is fictional. so perhaps real cynics are rare. i can only hope so.”

the funny thing is, i’m no where near being a cynic. realistic; maybe. a dreamer; definitely. go figure—the combination of PMS and my love for bitter people (house♥) made me want to explore the concept. haha.