Depends on my mood, but usually somewhere in the middle, although often to one extreme. I can believe in everyone and everything and the power of love and music and working together one minute, and just really fucking hate humanity the next.
I think my writing is more cynical. I don't have many happy endings, or the ones I have are "happy--but".
Cynicism (Greek: κυνισμός), in its original form, refers to the beliefs of an ancient school of Greek philosophers known as the Cynics (Greek: Κυνικοί, Latin: Cynici). Their philosophy was that the purpose of life was to live a life of Virtue in agreement with Nature. This meant rejecting all conventional desires for wealth, power, health, and fame, and by living a simple life free from all possessions. As reasoning creatures, people could gain happiness by rigorous training and by living in a way which was natural for humans. They believed that the world belonged equally to everyone, and that suffering was caused by false judgments of what was valuable and by the worthless customs and conventions which surrounded society. Many of these thoughts were later absorbed into Stoicism. -- Wiki-wiki-wiki-pedia
Weird how things change.
I sometimes can't tell if I'm a cynic pretending to be a romantic or the other way around.
But I'm quite certain that I'd like to be a romantic - it feels pretty damn stupid saying otherwise.
Who wouldn't wanna kiss the one you love in the pouring rain and then drop meat, buy a house and be fucking peachy until you wither and fade?
Are you a cynic by choice or as a result of shitty experiences?
Either way, I don't know what's worse.
