My grandson had expected the dinosaurs to spit at him. The ad promised there would be spitting dinosaurs. But he had his cities confused—not at this particular exhibit.
Expectations. They can ruin our day.
Unmet expectations are bad enough—unacknowledged expectations can create a real ball of knots.
Let’s say a couple has the same argument over and over (who among us hasn’t?), and neither knows they’re working off different unacknowledged, unexpressed expectations. He expects she’ll go back to work after the kids are in school—why not?, his mother did. She expects he’ll do half the housework—her father did. Can you hear the arguments?
We run full blast, smashing up against our expectations, only to be disappointed. It’s no fun. If we have expectations that are met, well, we just think of that as things going along quite nicely, thank you.
Disappointments? Like the song says, “I just pick myself up and get back in the race.” That’s life.
But imagine running a race with poor eyesight—or, insight, as we say in psychology—learning to see inside oneself. Introspection. Self-awareness.
Back to my grandson. He got over his dinosaur disappointment in as long as it took to bounce to the next thing, which was ice cream.