Expectations

All women want to believe it. We want to believe that the men in our lives have overcome their biological urges to enter any and every orifice they can, and that they will reserve the both the physical act if penetration and the emotional connections for us and only us. We WANT to believe it. That doesn’t make it the way of the world by any stretch of even our great imaginations.

I feel like the best we can ask from any human that may cross our path is that they love and respect us enough to keep their issues to themselves. For some it is the issue of fidelity, whether it’s about sex, attention, or our perceived ideas about love. For others it may revolve around anger issues, or other insecurities. Whatever the case, we have to realize that nobody is perfect.

What’s the line? “If we were happy every day of our lives we wouldn’t be human beings, we would be game show hosts.” Something to that effect…

You are more than lucky to find someone that is able to able to fulfill all your desires. You are more than deluded to think that any human being will ever fill all your expectations completely. It is only when we can look at the big picture and still say, “Yes, this is worth it,” that we will stand a chance.

Expectations…expectations. I hate to be the one touting the idea that a lowered expectation is the way to go. “No child left behind. Dee Dee Dee…” Nuf said, right? But there are certain Disney, Pixar, Happily Ever After ideals that our culture could do without.

The Prince is not always charming, nor is his horse always white. Even the fair maiden gets PMS. You may or may not wrap thing up in a neat 30-minute sitcom style ending. Life is MESSY. But as long as you are really living, that’s the best you can ask for.

 Enjoy the ride, and all the bumps in the road. It all ends the same way: in a casket. It’s not what you did, but HOW you did it that matters in the long run. So, do what you can with what you are given, and deal with tomorrow when you wake up.

In the meantime… Sweet dreams!