The Voice of Time wrote:It's like agreeing with me. Just more emotional than logical. Patting can be both happy pat and empathic pat.
Maybe you're not so random, when I think about it. It was stupid said by me, I meant rather the opposite. You're randomly not random by a very large percentage. Which is the most annoying sort of randomness. I just felt you were random because you appear very critical of many things, but seldom, but not always, seem to provide solutions yourself, meaning, the randomness was the timesy ou were critical, although I reckon they have a pattern, it feels random. Optimism seems to be in short supply.
Tell me one positive, non-sarcastic but meaningful (on a high level, like politics, philosophy, religion, and so forth) thing you are optimistic about?
I remain optimistic that the people who are really willing to listen get that I have a point to make even though they don't agree.
I remain optimistic that when I die I will not have to justify my actions to a higher power.
I am more then optimistic that reality is not so easily up for grabs as most people think (on this forum) and am optimistic that their views are easy enough to unpack, so that uncertainty remains the only constant.
I prefer skeptic to cynic, thought sometimes it is hard to take some people seriously so much the my natural skepticism appears cynical.(woof)
On the question of politics, my life has seen every cherished idea for social cohesion and social care for the poor and underprivileged either crushed or under constant attack by the rich and the elites on society who seem to think that their superiority gives them entitlement for ever more riches and more privilege.
So forgive me if I am cynical about politics, especially when I see members of the working class support ideas that take away their own hard fought for entitlements such as free education, and mechanisms of social care that have kept people out of poverty away from crime.
I am optimistic, even in these so-called 'austere' times the the UK's National Health Service might survive even-though steps seem to be being made to put it in the hands of the profiteers.
I'm optimistic about my own life, however short it remains, and am happy that small everyday achievements are enough to keep me going, having set aside the prideful interest in public approval or fame. When I make a sculpture or work towards a stained glass window it is enough. Having had cancer and got through the dreadful treatment regime (curtesy of the NHS), there seems nothing that is strong enough to hurt me any longer.
