I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way. (Carl Sandburg)
I'm not sure if I decided I was an idealist and then found the quote--or if I liked the quote so much I decided I was an idealist. Knowing myself as a young girl, I'm leaning toward the latter. That or the rose-colored glasses.
Over the years my personality has taken a more, shall we say, pragmatic turn. When people would ask, "Is the glass half full or half empty?" I would say, "Well, that depends. How did the glass start out?" I said it to be something of a smart ass, but I really did mean it. I mean, if the glass is empty and you fill it half way, it's half full; on the other hand, if it's full and you drink half, it's half empty. Right? Doesn't that make sense? (The day I heard Peggy Hill make a similar argument during King of the Hill was a sad, sad day for me. In fact, this is the first time I've publicly made this assertion since I watched that episode.)