What do you expect?
Expectations are based on past experience, but as the old saying goes, past results are no guarantee of future returns. Sometimes expectations get in the way. Sometimes you don’t understand the irrationality of your own expectations, and don’t know how not to hold onto them as if they were your safety blanket. They’re comforting; they seem to predict the future and tell you which way not to go, because when you’ve taken those courses in the past, storms have overtaken you. The problem is, on the other side of those expectations, there lies a goal you wish to reach, and the only course is the one the expectation prevents you from taking. So you watch from afar and dream of what it must be like on the other side, but perhaps you never find the courage or the motive power to see it for yourself.
This can represent so many different things in life that I’m certain my own personal reason for writing this will be lost in a haze of ambiguity. And yet, the idea itself will remain intact. I hope. Or maybe it won’t be lost at all, and you’ll guess it right off the bat. Whatever the case, I’m not saying, and I don’t really care to explain it. It’s meaningless and irrelevant. I haz a cat. I expect him to miaow.
I fucking hate expectations.