I try to tell myself that I wasn't entitled to whatever I thought I was supposed to get. Why this is such a difficult concept for others in my generation, I'll never know. It certainly is frustrating trying to explain the concept to people who just don't want to see it. Maybe I am not being articulate enough.
For example, I'm not entitled to receiving e-mails from random strangers from whatever online dating service I use decides it wants to match me with. I'm not entitled to phone calls from certain guys I happen to be infatuated with. Unless I'm actually in a relationship with some person and can reasonably expect a certain behavior from that person, I'm not entitled to whatever behavior I thought I was going to get from that person. Or something like that. (While it's possible I can correctly predict what will happen given two data points, that is certainly no guarantee, and it's not fair of me to blame the other person for the surprise.)
I have to treat myself respectfully and love myself fully before I can garner any similar feelings for or from another human being. By putting the responsibility of my happiness and satisfaction in my life out of my hands and into someone else's, I've automatically doomed myself to disappointment and misery.
Also. . . .isn't it nice that life isn't quite what I expected it would be? For all the downs, I've had some pretty awesome ups as well, including ones I was not anticipating.
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