The difference between a self-proclaimed cynic and a self-proclaimed realist, a parable
Jim needs to buy his wife something to cheer her up and pauses to consider some flowers. “Flowers always just die,” he thinks to himself, and moves along.
Bob also needs to buy his wife something to cheer her up and also pauses to consider flowers. “She never takes care of the flowers I give her,” he thinks to himself, and moves along.
I like to sum both personas with one third-party-proclaimed title:
Dick.