I was in foul mood all day. Work was duller than a Leona Lewis interview, I was unhappy with how I'd gone down at my gig the night before and the weather seemed to be reflecting my mood in a display of pathetic fallacy that Thomas Hardy would've baulked at.
In general I would describe myself as pretty neutral when it comes to emotions, I don't really have sweeping highs or crushing lows, I more just trundle along in an ambivalent haze. So when I am in a mood I find the whole experience a little disturbing. Equally when I'm overly happy I am always worried that I'm forgetting something truly heinous that should be bringing me down.
Does this make me a pessimist? I don't know. Nor do I care. That's the ambivalence again. I think to much is made of people who think the glass is half full as opposed to people who think the glass is half empty. Is it not enough to just know it's half. It's exactly at the midpoint. It has the potential to be added to and the potential to be drained. At least when it's at the half way mark a bit of buffetting is unlikely to spill it. I think I'm stretching the metaphor somewhat here.
But just to push it further surely it depends what the glass is half full of as to determine whether the person is an optimist or just an idiot. For example someone who thinks the glass is half full of gin is clearly a naturally happy chap, but what if it's half full of shit? Or worse Fosters? Well if you're happy about that then you're clearly a mentalist and only one short step from lining you bicycle helmet with tin foil and speaking to strangers on the bus.
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