It is painful. Trying to decipher between expectations of thyself [between my own expectations and expectations of others].
And being able to draw a line between the two.
It is time to be realistic. I am no super woman. While I may be a do gooder, peace loving and honest person, there are some things that I cannot and will not do for others. Or must I say, should not have to do.
I clamber.
On another note, I was out yesterday at my friend's winter ball and hours into the evening, I realised that I had to make a choice. Between staying in an awkward situation and making an exit.
So I chose the latter.
And to my heartfelt surprise [and delight], there was a jazz trio playing in the lobby bar. So I bought myself a mocktail and simmered down to the soothing sounds of miss jazz singer/pianist and her double bass and drums amigos.
Contemporary styled jazz.
I smiled at the quick change of events. Or rather, I chuckled. It was then when I appreciated how good it was to be single. To have no care or worry about obliging others. To be spontaneous in my own planned unplanned time.
And I learnt the true lesson of loyalty. That as tempting as the role of a social bee may be, you always need to remember who and where your true friends are.
Here's to not making fake friendly conversations...
Hear hear
ReplyDeleteA very thought-provoking posting. Expectations are a problem with many people, myself included.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy your blog very much. You're intelligent and articulate and your blog is easy to read.
Each day I'm on my computer, I say to myself "Let's see what Monica's been up to today" and click for a trip to Australia.
Hi Tom,
ReplyDeleteI have got a really wide smile on my face right now.
Thank you for the very kind words. I am really flattered.
It is so nice to know.
Really really! [insert wide smile here]
Tee hee!
Mon