So, last night I wrote a post that was all weird because I was having a sad, scared evening. I think it was after people went to bed and then I took it down when I got to work. It contained what I must admit was, even for me, a strange and seemingly unrelated anecdote. Anyway, I thought better of it, especially since it painted me with the crazy brush more than usual. And now I think that the older I get, the more certain things click for me. Now I am a much better judge of people, much faster than I was when I was young. And it's funny to me how certain things turn out to be pretty much the opposite of how you thought they might. And people, too. Sometimes in surprisingly good ways. But still. I was telling Shannon how I try not to have expectations at all, because then they won't be unmet, leaving me disappointed. She was like, foul! Not true. Which, fine. I guess we all have expectations, whether they are based in reality or fantasy, whether we would admit to them or not.