… Like Clockwork
It’s funny how defensive I can get. My parents always make comments on how I defend people when they think I shouldn’t. I just am that way. If someone says anything negative about my friends, I am usually quick to get defensive for them; like a reflex. Inevitably though, people prove me wrong. And I take the fall for it, at least in my own head. Because I gave them the benefit of the doubt and they didn’t take it. You could say I put people on a pedestal. You could say I have I unrealistically-high expectations. I think it’s different from high expectations, though. Rather, I am just a hopeless optimist. There’s an ironic term for ya. And the irony fits because this mentality puts me on an undying cycle: a circular path I am on in which the tail end comes back to bite me, and as I am running away from it I am actually following it. Maybe that’s just life. We’re all stuck on a track. Maybe I’m just crazy. Well — I definitely am crazy. Have you ever heard the joke about the man who went to the doctor to see if he was sick? The doctor entered the room and said, “Good news. It’s all in your head.” To which the man responded, “What a terrible place for it to be!”
