Let's pretend I don't secretly love that song, okay?
I've had this belief for quite some time, but I thought it was perfectly portrayed in Passenger's "I Hate":
Not that love and loss aren't important, but that's been done to death. It's nice to relate to a popular singer about hating annoying Facebook statuses like "hanging with my #mcm!"
Like with everything in life, pessimism is best done in moderation. I'm not saying the world would be a better place if we constantly complained about how terrible our lives are, but on the flip side, it's equally annoying to be surrounded by people who are just. so. happy. and refuse to acknowledge that on occasion, it's fun to indulge in life's suckery.
Just as Passenger says, "Yeah I laugh, and I live, and I have love to give/but sometimes all you can do is hate."
When I got back from Shoshoni, I was convinced that if I exuded any sort of pessimism, that meant I'd failed as a spiritual person. I'd claim that spiritual people don't stay in bed too long and moan that work sucks, that they feel fat that day, that if one more person asks them where they're going to school, they'll scream!
Bad days exist for a reason. If I can't give myself a day to cry and watch too much Grey's Anatomy, my "optimism" will soon turn into "biting sarcasm towards anyone who exhibits any sort of happiness."
Sometimes, in order to give and love properly, you just have to hate. It doesn't mean you fail as a person. It just means you're a person.