You know what I hate about being an adult? I mean apart from the fact that I’m an adult and have to shoulder Atlas type loads of responsibility and would gladly go off to school, given a choice, leaving all said loads behind. Okay, as usual I digress and will forcibly drag myself back to the topic on hand.
I hate the fact that as an adult it’s NOT ACCEPTABLE TO EXPRESS DISAPPOINTMENT IN A SATISFYING MANNER. As you can see I am fairly frustrated with a lack of avenues to really blow my top. I agree that everybody has to face their fair share of disappointments in life, and this includes children as well. My problem here is not with being disappointed. (Of course it is, who am I fooling. What I mean to say is it’s not the only problem.) I have a problem with the fact that we are expected to face facts, accept that things have not gone the way we planned, maybe come up with an alternative solution and then walk away calmly, probably with a set of key takeaways (talk about rubbing salt into a wound).
Why, I ask, can’t we express ourselves like children when disappointed. With maybe a tantrum or denial or a good old sulk or even a bout of healing tears; and then forget about it (or at least some of it). Actually come to think of it, it’s not acceptable today, even for kids to express themselves this way. But what the heck they still do, so I’m sticking to my guns here.
On this blog, I’ve spoken about all the efforts I’m taking to create the life I want, but I want to be honest too. The previous year, the previous month and even the previous day (and today, for the record) have presented me with a string of disappointments. Disappointments that I’m obviously not accepting so easily and am fighting against like mad, however, a good show of how disappointed I am would really go along way in easing my stress and frustration. Failures are the stepping tone to success, if you don’t die of stress induced diseases first.
Bottom line, I want to be free to let people know that I don’t feel like smiling and actually want to throw something or shout the house down (though obviously not in general public).
How do you deal with disappointment as an adult? What would you suggest for an overloaded girlfriend here?