The sucky thing about living is disappointment.
That's why I'm a pessimist. I'm never disappointed. Always pleasantly surprised.
But actually, I'm learning that this may not be the best strategy. As a pessimist you live all day in dread and fear and then get pleasantly suprised for a moment. Is it better to live all day in sunshine and lollipops and then get your high hopes dashed in the end?
What's worse: living in perpetual gloom or getting your heart broken?