life is a bed of roses

here is the reason behind my chosen blog name:
roses are pretty and everyone loves them and it is such a great gift to give someone a rose. so in the same way, it seems like such a great gift to give someone the gift of life (thankyou mum).
and while i would not turn down someone giving me a bunch of roses, what are you really giving me? something that will inevitably wilt and die. and dont forget that if i try to hold them wrong i get pricked by the fucking thorns. and so then, what if someone gave me a bed of roses? yes, thankyou for the pretty but rather impractical gift. but what am i meant to do with it? LOOK AT IT? its not like you can lie in it because of the THORNS and thats what you have to be careful of.
which leads me to why life is like a bed of roses. you get those freak people that are like, life is so beautiful, blah blah blah i am so happy all the time. and i will admit that i am, for the most part, a very optimistic person. but the truth is this, as pretty as life seems, its really just going to wilt and die and in the mean time you'll spend all you're time looking out for the thorns. and if you dont look for the thorns you get pricked.
maybe pessimistic people have it right. atleast they arent surprised when they get pricked by the thorns because they expect it. and have you noticed that when you expect something to hurt it doesnt usually hurt as much as you were expecting (except maybe if you were getting a leg cut off) and that makes it a bit better? but on the other hand, if you arent really expecting something to hurt USUALLY it hurts so much it makes you cry into your.. whatever. i dont know.
my point is, the pessimistic people have the right idea. if you expect something bad to happen, sure, it might still hurt but not as much as it hurts when you arent expecting something bad to happen and then the unexpected happens. and then you find yourself with a funny feeling in your tummy and tears streaming down your face and theres nothing you can do about it.
i dont know how much sense this blog made.
and i dont actually know if life is a bed of roses is even a saying, but i made it up so if you dont like it, fuck off.