Disappointment is a weird emotion. Parents have it for their kids. Kids have it for their parents. You get disappointed when somebody fails to meet an expectation you have for them or their behavior. There’s always some kind of power differential involved. Usually it’s kind of fucked up and convoluted.
Me, I’m not big on disappointment. I know people are going to disappoint me. So I don’t expect much from them usually.
Because expectation, that’s on you. When you expect something from someone, and they aren’t that, and then you get disappointed, that’s your problem. That’s why I don’t do it.
Expectations are premeditated resentments, they say in 12-step meetings. You keep your side of the street clean, they say. Have expectations of people, and then you’re going to end up resenting them.
Internet, I don’t know what kind of expectations you have of me. I’m not even going to hazard a guess.
But I can tell you right now I’m going to fail to meet them. Some of you I’ve already failed. Some of you I’ll fail tomorrow. Some the day after that.
Look elsewhere for somebody with the answer to all of your expectations without the complications of humanity, though, because I’ve only just begun disappointing you.