Over the weekend I read a blog from a guy who said he suffers from “pathological optimism” – a belief that
everything can be turned around if you want to turn things around. But he also suffers from stress, tension and depression. And now he’s wondering if his pathological optimism has produced an equal, but destructive shadow side.
Is that the way it works? Do we expect opposites in all areas of our lives?
As the film Shadowlands concludes, C. S. Lewis laments: “Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers any more. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That’s the deal.”
Is it a risk to be too optimistic? Here’s a short clip from the Jefferson Medical College on the issue. See if this psychological garbage doesn’t cheer you up:
Fantasies whose core is constituted by the notions of “someday” and “if only” are ubiquitous in human psyche. In severe character pathology, however, these fantasies have a particularly tenacious, defensive, and ego-depleting quality. The “someday” fantasy idealizes the future and fosters optimism, and the “if only” fantasy idealizes the past and lays the groundwork for nostalgia. The two fantasies originate in the narcissistic disequilibrium consequent upon the early mother-child separation experiences, though the oedipal conflict also contributes to them.
It goes on to suggest some cures for optimism, including:
- rupturing the patient’s excessive hope, and
- reconstructing the early scenarios underlying the need for excessive hope.
Is it “pathological” to expect goodness from the person you meet in a dark alley, to believe a child can rise from the ghetto and do something great, to see hope in the midst of earthquakes, tsunamis, and wars? Is it a false optimism to follow your dream?
Apparently some childhood trauma – probably the severe way in which I was potty-trained – caused me to have “excessive hope.” Whatever……….. Call off the shrinks, forget the psychotropic drugs – just let me alone with my fantasies. Don’t take away my “someday” and “if only.” If you don’t “rupture my excessive hope” I won’t poke a hole in yours. I’ll take the risk of competing emotions – just let me enjoy my pathological optimism.
What about you?


















