I’ve always labelled myself as a pessimist. I am known for my pessimism about everything. I guess I always like to think about and consider the Worst Possible Outcome of everything. Because then, at least it doesn’t creep up and bite me.
Recently, even though I have fears and even though I’ve questioned exactly how long I’m going to be sticking around for, I’ve noticed a quiet optimism. And here is further proof that I don’t really believe I’ll die on June 12th: