i often wonder why i don’t become bitter. i mean, i look through the history of my life, and there is certainly a lot that could have driven me into becoming a bitter woman. i certainly range through a wide variety of emotions ,but i never become focused on self pity and the self hatred that are the internal calling cards of bitterness.
i don’t lash out in anger at all around me and project others failings immediately onto new people. i certainly have become wary, and once i shut someone out, they are out, but i have never developed that raging and hostile manifestation of someone who views life through fear and anger. I wonder why I don’t do that. It was certainly not a conscious decision.
I despise the thought of being an optimist – but God forbid, what if I am?!