Sunny Ways
Aug 3 2022
He called himself a born optimist.
If there even is such a thing,
— hard-wired
into your DNA —
then what does it say about me?
Because I've always questioned my misanthropy,
tendency to catastrophize,
tunnel vision
that everything's destined to go
from bad to worse.
So am I off the hook?
That despite my best efforts
there never was a chance
I could have boot-strapped myself
into sunny ways.
A congenital pessimist
who was born this way.
By nature
I'm a trip-wire, on high alert,
prepared
for the snake in the grass,
the leopard stalking
with patient padded stealth.
From a long line of survivors
who also feared the worst.
Whose positive friends
— who smiled brightly
and had faith in beneficent gods —
were devoured by lions
or left foaming and writhing
as the venom entered their hearts.
So there is much to be said
for pessimists.
Nevertheless, I envy my optimist friends,
who somehow get through life
thinking positive thoughts
and expecting much the best.
While it falls to me
to protect them from themselves.
It's called “defensive pessimism”. And this reasoning probably explains why it is hard-wired, and why it persists . . . even though it doesn't make us happy. (On the other hand, rarely disappointed; often vindicated; and when we're wrong, far more delighted than if we'd routinely expected such an outcome!) Because pessimists survive. Because pessimist live long enough to reproduce. Because those born with this dark temperament have offspring who are likely born the same. Every tribe depended on their pessimists. They helped everyone stay alive.
Does anyone else write poems about evolutionary biology?!! Hard to be both poetic and get the facts right!
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