I refuse to expect the worst in people.

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.