Pessimist Novels & Stories

I for one find the thought of kids lives being worry free ridiculous for I might not have met a child going through hell but I do believe they are kids out there who have something to worry about. A certain child on the swing caught my eye for unlike the other kids he sat quietly slowly swinging back and forth as his eyes shun wistfully. I thought of approaching but what good could I possibly do, depress him more than he already is after all I myself am a depressed soul, but that thought immediately vanished the minute we made eye contact. Taking a steady breath, I form a gentle smile which lucky he smiles back to, not a genuine one but I was glad he tried.

“Tomorrow is the most stressful day for us, I'm really not sure if we can get through it or not. I am very scared Sandra, what if in case we can't get past her what will happen to us. I... don't feel like going." With a feeling of worry. When conveying all the things he was thinking about. "Don't talk like that, Bil, that's called pessimism. We are people who never give up. We'll see, what will happen after we meet them. Besides, If, even though there will be a lot of people there, we can just endure all their desires. Get it done." “Dra, why are you even talking like that, what are you not human before? Are you happy with all this change? When talking, it's easy Sandra."

"Mind your business. I said it was out of kindness. I'm not in any kind of relationship with him." "I'll pretend that I believe you." "Just think whatever you desire. What concerns me now is the worst-case scenario. Did I lose my womb? Is my spine broken and I can't walk anymore? Just tell me the fuck wrong with me." "God! What a pessimist you are." "Good things hardly happen in real life so I don't expect it. Whatever life throws at me, I take it. No surprises and no hard feelings." She stared at her thoughtfully " l get what you mean. Expecting too much will only break you."

I shifted some of the blame to me but he was not budging. "Ah, Adharia, I'm a coward. I'm even asking a 17 year old to do a man's job, I'm pathetic. I couldn't even protect my son, so how am I supposed to protect this country? Should I quit?" His voice broke a little. One of my brother's habit that he can't seem to outgrow is considering the unthinkable and questioning his life's decisions. Yeah, he's a bit of a pessimist when he makes a mistake. A depressed soul. A whimpering and sulking puppy.

I assured him with a smile. Pericles stares at me, trying to see through the smile that I am giving him. He doesn’t want to believe what I said. He thinks that behind this smile are the same emotions that he is feeling right now. All my words didn’t help in making him feel less bad. Not wanting to linger anymore in this upsetting topic, I started to speak about business to pull Pericles out of the miserable thoughts he had in his mind. I did not tell him all those things to have a pity party. I don’t like it if someone pities me, not just because someone pitying me wouldn’t make my problem any less bad nor my life any better, but because it drags me down to the pit of self despair.

I just want to sleep, is that too much to ask? Finally, it is Saturday again, and I have a full nine days until school starts again. That is a sizeable amount of time to catch up on sleep and hang out with friends! Well, in between studying, of course. I have been so stressed out and a bit down lately, which is totally out of character for me; I am all sunshine and rainbows, not rain and storm clouds! One of my top five pet hates is pity. When someone pities you, it is as if they have a bit of control over your life; they know what weakens you, what worries you. It is as if their life is much better then your own, which I will not allow to be true. So I throw my negative self into work, or s

"Thank you very much, and we'll talk to you soon." After he has vanished, I stand there and stare at the empty screen. How in the hell did I manage to get everything so, so wrong? Why do I always look at things in a pessimistic light? I don't understand what the heck is wrong with me. This time, I cry because of his loss, his dealing with it by himself, and everything he has been through recently.

He paused unable to complete that. “Go completely mad.”I finished for him.”Don’t worry,I won’t let you put up with a madman.I will end this pathetic life of mine before I go crazy.I just have to arrange a few things now,leave something substantial for Emily and the kids so they would never lack and…” “How can you be so pessimistic?!Pessimistic isn’t even the right word to describe how you’re being!Do you have any idea how heartbreaking it is to watch the man my best friend have become?!”

Paloma is a pessimist and crusher. '

My stares run down to his attire, and I almost throw a horrendous laugh when I read the word printed on his black t-shirt. Don't stop believing. Just rest for a minute then, continue living. I turned my head to my side to release a soundless and unhappy laugh. I guess, he's really an optimistic person, huh? Well, it's not surprising tho. His aura screams positive and playful vibes. Maybe the people around him perceives him as that. But, that's not applicable for me. I'm the only exception to those people. 'Cause I'm Sea Ivory McCain. The living proof of the word negative. Although I don't want to be pessimistic, it seems that my view automatically becomes like