Ever since college, I've maintained the notion that it's better to have little or no expectations out of people (and life) so that when something works out in my favor, I will be pleasantly surprised. I know this seems depressing, but actually it's fairly realistic -and (mostly) works. Didn't get that dream job (I'm looking at you, Westword)? That's cool, didn't really expect to get it, but had to apply all the same. The house you bought is falling apart? All good! That's why you only paid 150g's for it! On the flip side, came home and dinner is my all-time favorite meal, the house is clean and I didn't have to do any of it? Pleasantly surprised!
Disappointment is a very old friend of mine. Growing up, I was incredibly trusting and gullible, and my sisters knew it. I don't know how many times I fell for the old "we'll give you money if you do our chores" bit and then once the chores are done, come to find out they don't have any money! Silly Rachael. Go look up "gullible" in the dictionary, it's not there. Guess what? It is! I know because I actually went and fucking looked that shit up. Ha! Joke's on you, suckas! (This obviously brought on fits of laughter from my sisters).
This type of training, in conjunction with any number of various disappointments endured growing up (not making varsity soccer til my senior year in high school, pretty much being average at everything I tried to do) led to the inevitable decision to not have any expectations. Because being disappointed, although an excellent guilt tripping tool and leverage used by parents, fucking sucks.
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