Rose colored glasses

We’ ve all heard it before, the little cliche that says you are a happy-go-lucky optimist, looking at the world through “rose colored glasses“.

I’m a bit confused. Since when is seeing the world solely through the pink wavelength an acceptable, much less good, thing? When I look at my salad, I want to see a fresh green salad, not some wilty, salmon-colored, disease-stricken lettuce leaf.

Perhaps optimists have some sort of rare genetic mutation that not only causes them to see the positive side of everything, but affects their eyes as well and limits their physical vision to that of tickle-me-monochrome.

Does this mean they can’t see with 3-D glasses? Do green tinted ski goggles negate their pinkish vision and turn everything black? Does everyone look like they’re constantly blushing and therefore the world seems madly in love (or feverish)?

It’s a paradox. If everything is rose colored, then your lawn, the road, the clouds, everything is pink. Using what twisted mindset can these rose-colored anomolies look up and say “Ah, the sky looks beautiful today, because the entire horizon is colored like the backdrop of the apocalypse”.

Nope. Not foreboding in the slightest.

The gall these people have, automatically associating one of the ugliest colors known to man with all that is good and optimistic. Simply because I do not see the world in one color does not, I repeat, does not make me a pessimist.

Expecting to get cancer, live through a third world war, and watch as the world crumbles around me via climate change and ridiculous wealth disparities?

That makes me a pessimist.