I am a cynical cliché of a man. And, like most misanthropes, what has fueled my pessimism -- ironically -- is my optimism. When you go through life expecting intelligence, honesty and fairness, but you get the Tea Party, McSalads, and Prop 8... you tend to become a bitter grump.
Even more insane has been my belief in the myth of love. My life-long childish desire -- and failure -- to find that one special person that would catapult me out of my ridiculous self-indulgent self, into the Platonic ideal of Love.