Jonbu the baker

I am a Pessimist. I’m pretty sure. There’s no way around it.

People that knows me barely thinks I’m a Optimist, because it’s always so easy to encourage people than discourage them (for me, anyways). And, it’s so easy to avoid those Optimistic encouragements by just pretending I’m optimistic.

“I failed miserably, but no worries, I’m feeling better already”

“That’s great!”

There are 651,000 hits on Google for the word “Optimist”, and 178,000 hits for the word “Pessimist”. I’m sure there are more of us pessimists out there, we’re just all too depressed to write anything about it, or to make websites about us.

“What’s the use? It won’t make us happier.”

The first day I was in Tokyo, (a bright, exciting place, no doubt) I was already like

“Oh this is so sad, I’ll be leaving in a few days.”

I just realized recently that I may actually like to be depressed. I like moody music. I love depressing movies. I like to have these sad thoughts swirling in my brain.

Seeing a metropolis, and seeing the endless variety of people, is depressing.

Here we are, sharing the same train ride. You are looking at me, I’m looking at you. We will never get to know each other. We will move on to our own lives before the train reaches its destination. We will part sooner than we meet.

So I was in Tokyo, not just being excited, but being dreaming-ly melancholy.

If only I could get a MD player, listen to sad music while being sad on the street of Tokyo. That’d be so awesome.