Saturday, December 11, 2004 dangerous expectations.Tsk tsk. That stupid bloke. That aside, I love this picture. It's self-explanatory. It got me thinking about expectations as a whole, and I wish I didn't expect anything from anyone. And that no one expects anything of me. Even more so, I wish I didn't expect anything from myself. You know how it is, the list is endless. Such as an expected 1.1 for my degree, playing the piano 'well' (a point to be debated upon), being a 'nice' person, always having a plastered grin on my face... Whatever. To expect something from someone, is to set yourself up for inevitable disappointment. For none of us can ever, truly, be completely satisfied. And our standards are set even higher for our close friends and loved ones. Sort of: affection/love and expectations being directly proportional to each other. [Just think about all the times you've been stewing over simply because you felt someone else SHOULD have done this, or said that? Just because you would do the same thing in their position, doesn't mean that they would react the same way as you do.] Then again, we expatiate on others' shortcomings but we're compulsively blind to our own. Expectations of us are unfulfilled as our exclusive egos compel us instinctively to put Self before Others. i.e. I cover my own arse and to hell with everything else. Thing is, I hate having unconsciously set expectations of other people. I don't want to, but I do. It's annoying. It's even worse when the spotlight falls on you. I feel like I'm being sentenced and judged in a court without any hearing whatsoever. Except I'm guilty. Tit for tat. Maybe, just maybe, there'll come a day where we'll learn not to set any yardsticks for anyone. Just drop it. Then we'd be free of all preconceived notions, and just live, and accept one another for who we are. Especially ourselves. she procrastinated @ 03:56 | |
blueprint I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. fresh monodies imaginative, idiomatic and inventive. previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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