House Hunting: Abyss of the Optimistic

Sooooooo, yeah...we looked at a house yesterday. Me, being me, went in all positive and hopeful as usual which made the end result all that much worse. I've got to learn to be more pessimistic like T.G. that way my soul won't be crushed by the reality of ill-placed paneling and bizarre bathroom location. Don't get me wrong, I'm not all 'Up With People' 24/7 or anything, but I am always (regrettably) way to positive when it comes to house hunting. It doesn't help that I have no concept of spacial distance either. No matter what the MLS says the square footage is I will imagine it is MUCH larger in person. This delusion doesn't even end when we get to the property either. I will gamely march about the dwelling waiting for it to suddenly grow exponentially or magically look more airy. It never does. The end result of this is that the house we saw yesterday has plummeted me into a swirling vat of horror and sadness. First of all, it was so intensely tiny and close that I felt like I was walking into a structural straightjacket. The only bathroom required walking through a bedroom to reach, and there was a very liberal use of varied types of paneling here and there with no rhyme or reason. (Note: personally I find all paneling Dante worthy. It is the circle of hades where bad contractors will be forced to go upon their death.)
Is it any wonder that the experience has left me all frownish and hateful? Ugh. However, I have not given up and we talked to the Realtor about seeing some other stuff just to torture ourselves further. Super.
But I know that ten minutes before we leave I'll start getting all bubbly hopeful again and by the time we get there I will have built the house up so much that reality will just be a speck in the distance waving sadly, wishing I would notice it. Sigh. Oh well.