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Expectation leads to

frustration. And that has been a well-documented fact.

All I've ever expected from the people I know is honesty and loyalty. The guts to say something straight out. If I ask something of them and they're unable to do it, then to let me know. I'd rather be told the bitter truth to my face, then have to deal with lies and feeble excuses.

And when it does happen, I often don't know how to react, I wonder why it happens and whether what I'm asking for is just too much.

But now , being the me that I've become, I just do the simpler thing, I simply refuse to respond, I cut off all relations, until I feel ready to respond again. I put people and their issues on the back burner and I don't have anything to do with them until I feel that I care enough.

Which is not to say that I'm rude or insensitive. I'm civil enough. I just think it's wrong for anybody to expect things of me, when they aren't ready to meet mine.

Perhaps, as I've recently realised, the fault is mine. After all, much as I hate resorting to cliches, the only person you can rely on is yourself.
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sanket kambli said…
"I just think it's wrong for anybody to expect things of me, when they aren't ready to meet mine."

that seems highly irregular...and debatable...because I think people expect things from you because they think you can do those things..and it should not have to do anything with what we expect from people..

best is not to expect anything...very easy to say than to practice....

even i confuse myself too much..

i better stop..adios!
very good post!
14 March 2010 at 19:59
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