You Are Now Leaving Hope...

People often say that we live up to our own expectations. What you don’t hear is how often other people live up to our expectations.

To have an expectation is to expect, with a high degree of certainty that something will take place. As such, we tend to prepare ourselves for the expected. Expecting parents make arrangements to welcome their baby into the world. Expecting graduates make preparations to begin their new career. These are things they are expecting and likewise preparing for.

So…is it wrong to place expectations on other people?

At what point in time did we decide that expecting a baby and expecting someone to call are the same? Did a doctor give you a sonogram of the phone call ready to be made? Of course not. A phone call requires the action of another person…another person who has their own expectations and even more frightening, their own will. So no, we shouldn’t place expectations on other people. They can do what they want, when they want. If we expect certain things from them, we may just be setting ourselves up for disappointment.

….but we still do, don’t we?

That’s the thing. We have begun placing expectations where we use to place something else. Oh what’s that? Oh…right…it’s called hope.

Similar to expectations, hope is expecting something to happen, only with very little certainty that it will actually come into fruition. We’ve seen words being mixed up before; http://notforspectators.blogspot.com/2008/01/slapped-with-it-again.html#links. Just as we previously found that people mix up the word ‘want’ with ‘need’ people mix up ‘hope’ with ‘expect’. We prepare for things we want people to do or say, as if we know for a fact that they are doing to follow through. Of course, when they don’t we become devastated.

Imagine how much more we would avoid being hurt or disappointed if we only place hopes on people instead of expectations?

*sigh*
Hope has tragically died at the treacherous hands of expectation…May it rest in peace.

Thought for the day…

Insanity…doing the exact same thing over and over again…expecting different results.

The only difference between an insane person and a genius is that while a genius does something to amaze people, an insane person inconveniences them.

A guy who digs through people's trash and eats them. (Insane)

A guy who digs through people's trash, glues it together and labels it art. (Genius)

To Trust or To...Screw It?

Trust is a scary thing.

In order to fully trust someone you have to completely make yourself vulnerable to getting hurt. We’ve all experienced being hurt by someone we thought we trusted.

With horses they tell you never to trust them. As soon as you trust them you let your guard down and get hurt. I have to respectfully disagree with this common belief. Riding is a partnership; you have to trust each other. Let me explain.

Horses naturally avoid water of which they cannot judge the depth of. It’s a self-preservation instinct. A puddle no wider than four feet could literally be an endless pit of painful death…to a horse. We, as humans, understand that the four foot wide puddle is not an endless pit and that they can in fact walk through it and survive to annihilate their grain that night.

This is where the trust comes in. My horse trusts that I will never put him in a situation that will cause him harm. He doesn’t know for sure that at some point I won’t, but he trusts that I will protect him. Based off of past events, he is right. I’ve never given him a reason to doubt me.

In the same regards I trust him to know where his feet are at all times. I trust that he will listen to me when I pull him up from a gallop, or when I lead him down a bank he isn’t sure about. He’s 1,700 pounds; I have to trust that he won’t decide that having my on his back is the worst thing ever!

So we trust each other, and ride in harmony…every once in a while questioning each other, but always giving up the luxury of adamant knowledge for the blissfully blind trust. Things are peaceful, and everyone is happy and confident in each other. There are mistakes made, no one is perfect…but we trust each other enough to understand that the mistakes made were not in order to cause harm…perhaps just someone thinking they knew better than the other, or a simple missed judgment.

Like taking the long spot on a jump…just simple missed judgment.

Why can’t people be more like horses?

Restless, Anxious…Temporarily, Voluntarily Homeless

I think that pretty much sums it all up.


Approximately 3 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours. Does it make any sense for it to be too quiet to sleep? Things are too quiet and too lonesome for good, comfortable, pleasant sleep…


Seeing people, I don’t want to see, in places where they don’t belong. Far too close to home for comfort.


…All leading to my volunteered homeless existence for the rest of the week.


Anyone want to give up couch space for my pup and I?

Heartbroken

Seeing something happen is NOT the same as thinking it will happen.

While you might prepare yourself for it to happen, you may never be prepared for the emotions related to it actually happening.

Hello 1850!

So…I know it sounds circa 1850, but what’s so wrong with women wanting to feel protected by the man they’re with?

It isn’t like feminism came with an extra 60 pounds of muscle and sheer male intimidation! Let’s just face it; while a 150 pound woman in heels can fend off creepy men while holding a martini in a bar; we just don’t have the same impact when out on the street…or at home asleep. We don’t even have the same impact on our own ex-boyfriends, their already immune to whatever we’ve got to dish out.

So why not want to be with a guy who can help out where you fall short? I’m not saying we should all become “pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen” women; but why not be with a guy you trust to stand up for you?

Is it really that demeaning to be with someone you feel safe with? Someone you trust will jump to your rescue if you need it?

It’s raw animal instinct for the male to protect his female…

…that does not mean I’m in support of the raw animal instinct of one male with a whole lot of skanky females. Let’s just keep that straight. ;-)


God I’m tired of my girlfriends thinking it’s wrong. That’s right, I’m calling some of you out…you know who you are…and its okay for you to want that!!!

At least to me...

Disappearing…

Being a person with a rather vivacious character, I have to admit I’m a little tired of dealing with a certain person. I seem to being dealing with one heck of an arrogant person, whose rodomontade gets worse as the conversation goes on. In an effort to cease compunctious feelings from getting the better of me I make every effort to avoid said person…but alas it seems a lost cause.

I would like very much to disappear from 2:00 in the afternoon to 5:00.

I can wish, can’t I?

Seeing as that cannot happen I’m very meticulous to not wear my emotion on my sleeve; which I’ve been rightfully accused of during more often than not. At least I cannot be accused of spouting contumely…I certainly have learned to bite my tongue.

Hmm…I’m certain I’ve never wished for someone to get sick before, but this particular individual could use a bout of the flu that was going around.