Whew. You BURN deep. You feel like a sharp edge dagger slowly chirping at my heart.
Not a full, deep dig but rather a slow, bothersome one.
One that lingers longer than the bruise.
One that scars for months. Sometimes years.
Today, you and I met after a short period of sweet absence.
You and I met because a friend of mine, or well - soon to be an ex-friend of mine - has brought you along with him. It was an unexpected visit. A surprising one. An out of the blue encounter.
I should have expected your visit, especially with this soon-to-be-ex-friend.
But one thing I know about expectations: I only become aware of them when they are NOT fulfilled.
If anyone knows anything about expectations - it's you:
You float in between failed expectations... You turn the lights off on Christmas wishes....
You are like the evil bomber that steals dreams with a drop of a hat.
But enough with dressing you up in nice and cozy metaphors!
Truth is - YOU SUCK.
You may not have expected my harsh words, but why mince words!? Why shield you away from feeling your own skin!? Why be the 'bigger person' when you show up unannounced and attack any unassuming victims in your path!?
Perhaps it's time for YOU to feel what it's like to be... DISAPPOINTED.
Well, so what is it like? To feel in your own skin? Hello...?
And suddenly, just like that - poof! You are gone.
Guess you don't like threats. Or maybe that's exactly how it is best to wash your presence away:
'You name it, you tame it.'
Good riddance, Disappointment. Good riddance.
P.S. Take Expectation with you, will you?
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman