I am not, by nature, an optimistic person. God knows I try to be, but a lot of the time, my pessimistic side rears its ugly head. There are people who live in “the happy house” part of their brain, but I, on the other hand, frequent “the sarcastic shack” section of my grey matter.
However, as I get older, I find that I am becoming a bit of an emotional cheerleader, especially when it comes to other people. If you are family or friend, I will root for you, encourage you and champion you as much as possible. I won’t take other people slandering you and I definitely won’t take you doing it to yourself.
This quality is rearing its plucky little head these days as Boy looks for work. The company that he was hoping to land a position with keeps putting out articles that he sees as depressing but I choose to see as encouraging.
“They are 2,000 people applying for jobs with them!” He’ll tell me.
“The majority of those people aren’t qualified like you are,” I’ll respond.
“I haven’t worked on those kinds of projects before!” He’ll insist.
“But you have a kickass portfolio and three impressive letters of recommendation, extolling your creativity and work ethic!” I’ll remind him.
Whatever he throws at me, I’ll refute. I quote articles, I remind him of his experiences and I generally take the side of positivity in all arguments.
This tactic drives him crazy, and sometimes makes me wonder who has taken control of my mouth, but I can’t stop because stopping equals tacit agreement. It equals defeat and I am not ready to be defeated. I am not ready for him to be defeated.
The strange part of loving people is that sometimes, you’ll find yourself wanting more for them than they want for themselves.
Perhaps it’s because things are less complicated as an outsider. You can hoot and holler and shout their virtues to the world endlessly and it’s simple because you’re removed from everything. You’re not all bogged down with the frustration and confusion and fear and self loathing they have floating around in their heads, so the optimism comes more naturally to you.
Or, it could be you’re so blinded by how much you love them, you just want them to have everything they should have in life and that makes it easier to be a one-man (or woman) enthusiasm band.
Maybe it’s a little bit of both.
Whatever the case, when the occasion calls for it, I do my best to think happy thoughts and stay focused on the best case scenario situation. I’ve done it for people in scholastic situations, I’ve done it for people in romantic endeavours, and now I’m doing it for my husband while he’s job hunting because he’s awesome and deserves a shot at this.
I don’t know what’s going to happen now. We both work in creative fields and it’s hard to anticipate what is going to happen with them both in the future. But for the time being, I’m going to keep on waving my pompoms.
Because if things work out for him the way I am hoping they will, it will be the sweetest “I told you so” of my life.