Half empty, half full?

I am not a pessimist. I am a realist. There is a difference. Pessimists look on the downside no matter what. I look on the downside when things don't look so good. Right now, my life is pretty annoying. I recently had oral surgery, but I even more recently randomly slept for 16 hours and woke up unable to stand up properly, broke my only laptop headset, cut myself on a lawn mower wheel (Don't ask) and I am REALLY hungry but I can't eat anything really filling because I still can't chew. One of those was self inflicted. The rest is my bad luck. But here's a bigger difference.

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This glass is about half [u}filled. Maybe a little more.
A pessimist would say that the glass is half empty.
An optimised would say that this glass is half full.
A realist would take note that this glass was being filled. Therefore, the glass is half full.
If the glass was half drunk, it would be half empty.
That is the difference between realism and pessimism.
If stuff sucks, I'm going to say so. If stuff is fine, I am going to say so.
I am a realist. Most importantly, all should remember that in a metaphor, there is no glass.
There fore we have this.

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A puddle of water on the floor because someone tried to fill up a metaphor.
There is no glass. What are you drinking out of?
I'm really bored <3
This took a lot of edits. Did you know that the underscores in the page that you are viewing now are longer than the ones on the edit page?
It makes it a lot harder to build things
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see?

Comments

[Ranak]

I know you said don't ask but, how did you cut yourself on a lawn mower wheel? Also, sounds like you are having a crummy life right now, how about some Pinkie? Keep your chin up bud!

[Broniesrponies2]

It was a ride-on lawn mower. I was lifting it, holding the wheel at the top. When I put it back down, the mower rolled a little and caught my finger in the suspension. I had to lift it to get some fabric that someone had left on the lawn out of the blades. Eventually, I ended up cutting the fabric away with a kabar that my dad got me for my birthday.
Thank you for the pinkies. I feel better now.