It Wasn’t What I Expected
I allow myself to think about maybe.
Maybe we can go somewhere fancy.
Maybe there will be a surprise.
But it always fails.
The maybe never unfolds.
I tell myself that it doesn’t matter.
That I wasn’t expecting anything because it’s not important.
And on the surface, that’s true.
But deep down? I was expecting something.
Because I still believe in the importance.
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This post was inspired by the Studio 30 Plus writing prompt, “It Wasn’t What I Was Expecting.”
Beautiful post, and one I can totally relate to. It’s part of that whole “expect the worst so you’re not disappointed when it happens” thing. We sometimes feel like we have to protect others from our emotions–frustration, anger, disappointment–because it’s easier to deal with it ourself than cause any more problems. But we can’t predict how someone will react, and we deserve to want more than “maybe.”
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You mean I’m not the only one who goes through this? … Too many maybe’s and most times not enough really happening …
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I think this is something we can all relate to. At a certain point in your life, I think we all begin to give up on expecting anything from others. It becomes too disappointing.
But we don’t really.
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no good birthday celebration? sad face.
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I can relate to that underlying, maybe even unexpected, disappointment…not realizing how much I wanted something to happen until it doesn’t. Not fun.
Followed you here from Studio30Plus.
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