I can’t think of a single thing I miss about childhood. Not my elephant ears, not the clown costumes my mother stitched together while half-cut, not her turning up drunk at my classroom door, nor the bullying, nor the nights spent in the battered-wives’ shelter, and most certainly not living on the battlefield that passed for my parents’ relationship.
Or maybe that’s just the pesky negative default programming talking. After all, I’ve turned out alright… haven’t I? It’s not as if I’m some misanthropic weirdo hiding behind a seven-foot gate.
You’d think such a start in life would have lowered my expectations of humanity, but no. Despite every warning life has given me, I remain the eternal optimist, expecting everyone to be just as flawless in word and deed as I am. Alas, though I lead by shining example, nobody follows. Everyone disappoints me.
Even nuns can’t be relied upon to behave themselves. I saw one the other day, full habit an' all, hogging the seat beside her with a rucksack and bellowing into her mobile phone for the entire two-hour bus journey. I expect better from nuns.
Then there was the squad car casually parked in a bike lane while the guards nipped into the shop for sandwiches. Not that I expect any better from cops, but surely citizens should have the right to arrest authority figures who act in a manner unbecoming.
Am I unreasonable, expecting people to be good human beings? I mean, there are so many opportunities in that area… and very little competition.
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Posted in response to galenkp's weekend experience
prompt asking: Do you have a high expectation of people around you and have you been let down because of it? Do you have a low expectation of others to protect yourself against being let down? and What do you miss about being a child and why?
The images are random, taken on Dublin streets, and do not necessarily reflect my opinions.
