The Angsty Musings of a Wednesday

Taz here.

Sometimes (often) people disappoint you.

It's not their fault really-how could it be? They have no idea what you’re thinking, what you're wanting. And if they do, they obviously don't need to abide by it. When someone doesn’t live up to your standards, can you really blame them for being themselves? (Well you could, but it wouldn't be right of you)

Sometimes (usually) our expectations are too high.

While yes, you're one of my closest friends, no, I can't assume that you can read my mind when I say "No bother" and mean something else. And yes, it's true that you're sweet and cute and damnIshouldn'thaveeatenthosebuttereflies, no, you can't control your own level of maturity. And yes I know that you're the new girl and you have your own worries today, but could you end up being nicefunnyquirkytumblrhonestloudawesome a new friend instead of someone else who just doesn’t get it?

Sometimes (frequently) we tell ourselves to expect less next time.

Which is a good idea. If the most we hope of people is the ability to make eye contact, they can't really disappoint, can they? And maybe you were expecting a really happy blog but I'm 15 and angstangstangst and maybe you should have thought best case scenario she writes about frogs!


Sometimes (always) that doesn't happen.

(Not the writing about frogs part (well actually it's seriously unlikely I'll ever blog about frogs), the telling ourselves to expect less part)

Because it doesn't matter if you're 84, we all still seem to be children and children just want more and better. And you want more and better of people but they want more and better for themselves and usually their more and better isn’t your more and better. I'm not saying we should look for less and worse, but well you made a valiant effort wouldn't be a bad way to look at people.

Sometimes we disappoint ourselves.

And it sucks.