A bout with the doubt

Oh the joys of pessimistic optimists…

I swear some people are out to get themselves with trips of life sucks into life’s great. Talking to a guy I knew earlier. He just went into a rant of how everyone was out to get him, how people did things to him to avoid him, etc. Then, he was just fine.

How does this happen?

I’ll be frank. Doubt has hit me before. On many occasions, and on many matters. And I’ve even noticed this in myself. How can we go from uneasy to almost purely giddy inside in 30 minutes or less? I mean, pizza delivery can’t keep that promise, so how can our minds do it?

Moreover, why do our minds torture us like this? Why do we get bad news, and turn it into perhaps the worst-case scenario? It might not even be logical, or possible, but we think it. What do we accomplish from this? I mean, we usually just put it do sleep when we feel “better” (or so we think) anyway. It’s never realized, but it’s also never resolved.

So what’s the purpose of it in the first place? Is scaring the living soul out of ourselves, or beating ourselves up helpful? My only argument is maybe it helps us to really be happy when something turns out good. Or maybe make us stronger, but even then, if it’s not dealt with, the only thing it can do is weaken you. It’s like seeing the speeding car coming at you, but not walking out of the way hoping it swerves.

I’d like to be able to live life without having to go worst case when something goes wrong.

My mind, and many other ones, disagree.