Warning: This is a bit of a rant.
My son lost his iPod Touch on the bus yesterday. Today, the bus driver returned it to him. I was not surprised — I was happy, but not surprised. Others were surprised.
I absolutely refuse to expect the worst in people.
“Ha! Poor girl. Is she ever gonna get used!!”
And sure, I have been used from time to time. But I’d much rather get bamboozled, stepped on, disillusioned, or used once in a blue moon than to go through my life with every encounter tinged with cynicism just so that I can avoid that rare time when someone may pull a fast one on me.
This is not to say that I don’t try to “read” people and ensure I act accordingly. (My background in criminology helps me here.) It’s absolutely critical to read people, both in real estate and in life in general.
But what I won’t do is expect the worst from people as my starting off point. I cannot imagine how having that starting point must limit possibilities and relationships and horizons…and how it clouds our ability to see the sun that is in all of us.
I refuse to limit myself in that way…and to limit others’ potential too by pre-determining a cynical motive and just waiting to be shown that I’m wrong.
I believe the world is full of mostly-good people just trying to find their way. I’m one of them.
And yes, my glasses are rose-coloured. I wouldn’t have it any other way.