I continually have to remind my husband that I am not a pessimist, I am just a realist.
He does not believe me, even though I do not suppose that I am a pessimist.
I do look at the negative side of things, even though I also look at the positive side of things. I suppose he thinks that I am a pessimist simply because I have the worst luck in the world. If something can go wrong, it will in my life. The perfect example of this happened to me Yesterday when I took a road trip all by myself. I hate traveling alone, even though I did not have a choice this time, so I was trying to make the best of it. My van broke down four hours into the trip, and I had to spend a day at a mechanics; During my stay, I thought that nothing could possibly be worse than the trip up, even though I was wrong. The sixth night, the air conditioner in the room that I was staying in stopped working. I told the family that I was staying with what was going on, and they apologized for the inconvenience. They tried to figure out what was wrong, but they could not. They offered me a fan in place of air conditioner, and goodbye went every night’s sleep after that. I am a relatively big person, and I get hot truly easily, so not having air conditioner in the middle of October was miserable. I may have slept a total of four hours in the remaining three mornings that I stayed there. I told my husband what had happened, and he could not help but laugh. I do not know why unfortunate things constantly happen to me, but they do.