Pessimism Will Kill You.
This morning I ripped my tights, missed my train, got sneezed on, and forgot my wallet, which inevitably forced me to put my bagel back and face the day hungry, grumpy and in constant fear of the next gift from this bad day.
Oh and did I mention that this was all before 9 am?
Great start the the weekend right? I guess this technically makes me a pessimistic, glass half empty, gray lining kind of gal. Unfortunately, I just learned this also means I will not live as long as my happy, shiny counterpart – the optimist.
Don’t believe me? Check out the report in Time where 100,000 women over the age of 50 were asked to respond to a questionnaire that measured optimism. Participants were asked if they agreed with statements like, “In uncertain times, I expect the worst” (put a check next to the “agreed” column please). Eight years later, researchers studied the women’s death rates and found that those who were found to be optimistic were 14 times more likely to be alive than pessimists.
Ok, so maybe my outlook on life is killing me, but it’s hard not to expect the worst in these troubled economic times. Who knows where we’ll be or what we can expect tomorrow? And don’t even get me started on the world ending in 2012.
And you expect me to have a better attitude knowing that I’m going to die young?! No longer are we negative Nancys forced to only worry about frown lines, ulcers, and our tendency to throw things at the slightest upset, but now we have to wonder when our pessimistic nervous systems are going to give out?
This really is a bad day.
I suppose if I wanted to add on a few years to my increasingly shorter life span, I could just shrug my shoulders and say “at least it’s Friday.” Then again, I think it just started to rain. And my umbrella is broken