Representative Howell delivered a speech against SB164, a bill that would charge parents with child abuse for providing gender affirming care even if they were merely driving through the state.
It’s called being a realist. If you want to live in denial, fine. But I’m not going to sugarcoat things. Maybe I’m just a pessimist, but that pessimism has proven a far better predictor of future events than rose-tinted visions such as yours.
I’m the king of the pessimists. But I like to take five seconds when there’s actually good news instead of constantly being the “well actually” guy. Then I return to my regularly scheduled “realism”.
Not in denial about anything at all. It’s just a miserable life to never take pleasure in the little wins.
Edited to add - I don’t know if you know your literary history. But the irony in accusing someone called “Hemingway’s Shotgun” of having rose-tinted glasses is absolutely delicious.
Burn me at the stake for thinking that even in the pits of hell, there are some little moments of good, even if fleeting.
This morning, the guy in front of me at the Tim Horton’s drive-thru paid for my coffee. Don’t know him. Never met him. Never exchanged three words. He just decided to do it. I just sometimes randomly decide to do it as well. Made me feel good so I did it for the person behind me. I don’t know how long that chain lasted, but hey…it doesn’t matter.
The world might be shit, but that was a nice start to my day, and a nice start to the day of the person behind me. If I was “Mr. Realist” above me there, the response would be, “well fuck…what’s the point? Sure, but the coffee’s just going to get cold sooner or later…”
Screw me if I want to take some simple pleasure where I can, I guess.
It’s called being a realist. If you want to live in denial, fine. But I’m not going to sugarcoat things. Maybe I’m just a pessimist, but that pessimism has proven a far better predictor of future events than rose-tinted visions such as yours.
I’m the king of the pessimists. But I like to take five seconds when there’s actually good news instead of constantly being the “well actually” guy. Then I return to my regularly scheduled “realism”.
Not in denial about anything at all. It’s just a miserable life to never take pleasure in the little wins.
Edited to add - I don’t know if you know your literary history. But the irony in accusing someone called “Hemingway’s Shotgun” of having rose-tinted glasses is absolutely delicious.
Acknowledging something, anything, as a good thing? Rose-tinted glasses!!!
I know, right?!
Burn me at the stake for thinking that even in the pits of hell, there are some little moments of good, even if fleeting.
This morning, the guy in front of me at the Tim Horton’s drive-thru paid for my coffee. Don’t know him. Never met him. Never exchanged three words. He just decided to do it. I just sometimes randomly decide to do it as well. Made me feel good so I did it for the person behind me. I don’t know how long that chain lasted, but hey…it doesn’t matter.
The world might be shit, but that was a nice start to my day, and a nice start to the day of the person behind me. If I was “Mr. Realist” above me there, the response would be, “well fuck…what’s the point? Sure, but the coffee’s just going to get cold sooner or later…”
Screw me if I want to take some simple pleasure where I can, I guess.