cyn·i·cism
An attitude of scornful or jaded negativity, especially a general distrust of the integrity or professed motives of others.
Back in high school (especially around year 11), I was often referred to as a cynic, and even had people say it in front of my face. Stuff like:
“Why are you so cynical?”
“Can’t you look at it in another perspective?”
were common questions asked of me. I was pretty much rid of it by the time I got to uni and throughout my uni life.
Upon a moment of quiet reflection (which consisted of a 5 minute walk and then a 5 minute drive from Eastwood to uni), I’ve come to the realisation that with all the stuff that has happened this year, this cynicism has found me again (or maybe I have found it). Not only that, time and time again my cynical views/predictions have been proven right. With each “proof”, it strengthens the argument that this new cynical view is in fact the correct one.
Maybe it’s not cynicism, maybe it’s actually knowing the truth about people, and of the world.
To Mr Cynicism: WELCOME BACK BABY!
