Dis-

There is one part of me that I’ve always noticed, and that is how easily disappointed I can become. In myself. In people. In life. There is this one quote that I always hear but I never believe: “Low expectations, high hopes.” What does that mean? To me, that is nothing but a mere disguise of the truth. Why lower expectations just to make sure you remain happy after the fact? Happiness equals satisfaction equals stationary equals nowhere in life. I have high expectations for a reason. If I fail to meet them, I give it another go. If I succeed, I change my expectations. It’s an endless cycle I call ambition. But the hard part is dealing with disappointment.

I think I give the impression that I can't handle the truth, which in a sense is true. No one wants to hear what they don't want to believe is true. But I need to hear the truth, though I don't always welcome it. Well, most of the time I do. But even if hearing the truth can be painful, I'd rather not hear from someone other than the person who should have told me in the first place.

Lie to me. Interesting show. But another tactic is getting to know the person. I don't think this just applies to me, but it seems that those close to me are more transparent now that I know them. Funny how I never call people out when they throw me a bold-faced lie. I guess it's receiving the truth in another way. Then comes the silent disappointment. And I move on.