why, why, why, why, why does my Dad think of the WORST possible outcome and then insist it's going to happen ?
We both support the same football team. Before every match he picks the worst player and says he will be picked in the team. And then he says we will lose. EVERY GAME !!!
I get sick of arguing with him. It's like a stuck record, over and over again.
I call it Uber Pessimism. I'm not sure that is even a correct saying.
That thing - the glass is either half full or half empty . My Dad there isn't a glass, never been a glass and never will be !
I don't get it. How does it improve his life ? What is the point of it ?
You've got to have hope.
He's always been the same and I can't stand to be around other pessimistic people.