I'd like to be known as an... optimistic pessimist.

And one particularly dull evening, Cameron Jones was on the verge of enlightenment. The causes were never breached but the effect was obvious; he was a genius, in his own respect. So he sat, repeatedly exchanging insight with the restless air around him, constantly wavering in his position wether or not to confront a more participant audience, and reluctantly observing that people were much too fickle to settle down and understand. It was simply a sad thought, that humankind had gone so far as to wearily dismiss exuberant optimists. But it was natural, his own life had experienced the enjoyment of being pessimistic and hopeless. Granted, some patient souls had reason to be that way, though reason had seldom convinced anyone to do anything.