I had cause today to comment somewhere on the problem I sometimes have with expectations. Pft! Sometimes?! More than I like by far. I suppose it’s pretty well impossible to live without ANY expectations, but I try very hard to confine them to myself (failing more than succeeding, as is often the human way). The effort of reminding myself or being conscious of how my own expectations color or affect the situations and events I experience is troublesome. The general assumption/expectation that others, given good intent or trust or benefit of the doubt, etc. will act in reasonable or even predictable ways is usually faulty and the annoyance that comes from finding it so is bothersome. It often seems a general morass of conflict and my general reaction is as it always is — withdraw and remove myself and my own assumptions/expectations from the mix.
This is not a very enjoyable way to go through life, but what else can one do?
I don’t really have any answers for myself and I can’t find the motivation to dissect this or reflect on it here or otherwise. This is pretty much just a marker for later reference and, as usual, a reminder of a space/place in need of further attention.
Bleh.