Be less cynical

She told me I need to be less cynical. That I needed to be more visibly passionate. I told her this was hard for me to do. That the thing I liked the best about me was my cynicism. That when it was right, it was right. To ask me to stop doing that would be the same as asking me not to be me. She said, that well, that was the only way I could achieve and grow. I thought maybe I didn't want to grow then. That maybe I didn't want to become her, in all her splendor. But I didn't say this out loud. I just turned on my mental cynical filter which went something like this:

Listen: A story about a young man who was hit and left for dead not once, but twice, and how he overcome insurmountable obstacles each time not to just survive but to excel in life.

Cynical thoughts: He should have taken the bus instead of being hit by one. I'm not crossing the street with this guy.
Edited thoughts: What an amazing story and it allow me to connect with moments of my personal past.

The cynical me is just a whole lot more fun.

I hold no degrees outside of the degrees I hold, and to be completely honest none of them are in psychology. Certainly not clinical psychology. And, for sure, I am far from a psychiatrist although I know the difference between the two. And how I've met psychologists who were so "at peace" it was the thickest bullshit since the 700 billion dollar bailout. And I've met psychiatrists who were so clinical that they could not see their own disease. All this is to lead to the conclusion of this piece, this blub, this rant:

Be true to your nature. If you fight it, you will seriously be fucked up and never at piece. Certainly not in the moment. So, I will still be cynical even it it means no promotion or a picket fence by a beach.