I love Pessimists.

I like Pesssimists and almost love them. I respect their hopeless Pessimism. I don't know why, but that maybe because I am an Optimist.

I say "I can", and they say "I can't".  I say "Yes", and they say "No" like the Beatles' phrase.

I am never affected by them because I am a perfect Optimist.  I hope to impact on them for their happiness, but in vain.

I love them so much. But they don't like me and almost hate me.  We are always parallel.  But if they hope to be avoid from falling into depression, they had better to agree my friendship.