Seeing in the Dark

Until recently, I've been quite an optimistic person. Knowing that everyone is not perfect, I let people that have get away with more then I should have without much fuss. There really was no point in calling people out on their behavior or decisions, except in the hopes that they would want to change them. At that point, it's not best to say their faults unless they ask. It would take so much time, and it's ruder then I would like to be.

As I have gotten older, my patience towards people that have done me wrong has wanned. Time has provided me the ability to cut off people I should know better then to hang out with. Chance has provided me the ideal model to let go of my unwarranted optimism by my professor in cynicism; Sophia Lamar.

Sophia Lamar used to be on my favorite podcast, in a section called; "What Sophia Lamar hates." Which is exactly what it sounds like, each week she would come on and say something that week that she hates. Now, for years I thought her part was funny but sort of pointless except to have her on it. It was a year ago when she was complaining about a certain group of people, and provided wisdom to unhinge the doors of my rose tinted glasses. She was calling out people that were fake, and went on a tiny rant about how people should be who they are and not copy what others want or who others are. Forget all those other people, they are shitty or crummy; and why would you want to adknowledge their existance.

As someone who at least values their uniqueness; it has hard to find people that are unique in factors that are the same. So judging people offhand is awful to do, because there would be very little people that I could converse with. Letting people get away with social context murder. After an awful year, I have seemed to wittle at my optimism and allowed to call a deuce a deuce. Leaving me in the middle of the night, without a light; but seeing in the dark, is seeing nothing at all.