A Lot of Expectations

Actually, I can be a very easygoing person, cos most of the time, I have very low expectations of people. But this low standard of expectations also caused a lot of misery, cos when someone actually exceeds the low bar of expectations, and this someone meant something in my life, then it made me doubt myself about why I valued the person in the 1st place.

Anyways, in one of the rare times of history, an argument broke out in the house WITHOUT me being involved.

As usual, it was the mismatch of expectations that sparked the quarrel.

A do not like people to leave their stuff at the dinner table.

B left her bag at the dinner table and was told off.

B pointed to A’s stuff on the table, and A retorted that being the owner of the house, A has the right to do so.

Fast forward 3 minutes, Mum wanted B to eat.

B stayed silent and Mum got angry.

Mum believes that kids should only be silent when their parents are dead.

(WTF! Same old sentence, that was the 1st sentence I ever learned.)

Mum continued repeating that sentence for the next 5 minutes a la Mum-all-around-the-world until C appeared and screamed: Why always quarrel?

I was dying my hair black, so I was without glasses, but I continued to watch TV. Sis’ bf, stuck in the midst of the crossfire, continued eating in silence. Guys can never understand why gals quarrel.

The thing about this family is that everybody acts like a kid and expects everyone else to live up to their expectations.

On a hot day like this, such an incident felt so cold.

Whatever.

Perhaps the notion of me leaving for a week is making people feel sick.

ah haha… That’s my expectations of them: Show some concern for me, can? The one leaving civilization is ME, I am NOT going for a holiday trip…