My excessive optimism about things was pointed out to me recently. I suppose I am excessively optimistic about many things. I have a generally sunny view of life, and I've always been stoic in that I hate complaining about things. On the other hand I'm constantly day-dreaming really awful things. Like getting my arm cut off, or being run over, getting mugged, shot, peoples heads exploding into tentacles. Doesn't bother me, nothing new. But how does constantly imagining horrible things fit in with always expecting wonderful things to happen? Whatever.