I don’t deal well with disappointments. I take it as a personal affront to me, to my being. Even if it wasn’t meant to be that way. Perhaps I read too much into things. Perhaps I harbour unrealistic expectations. Or perhaps I am blind-sided by my own pride, believing that the world revolves around me and only me.
Take for example having my dinner plans cancelled. The fact that my friend has urgent work to attend to does not seem to matter to me. We had made a mutual agreement to meet, so it baffles me when it has to be called off. Perhaps I have a lot to learn in graciousness and forgiving. Or perhaps I should just hang loose and chill out.
Do not lie to me. It hurts.