The Inanity of Hope

I'm a bit disappointed.

Not sure if I'm disappointed in myself, or the world, or other people.

Maybe I'm disappointed that sometimes I even manage to ruin the simple good stuff, the little good stuff. The stuff that most people don't even notice but that I thrive on. That stuff is supposed to be foolproof, but I reckon I'm just about the biggest fool there is most of the time.

It's not a big deal, and not in the way that nothing is much of a big deal nowadays but in the way that this wouldn't have been a big deal ever. So I'm not really worried about it...I'm just a bit disappointed.

And for a man who is very rarely disappointed because he expects so very little from life and often gets so very much this should be a really bad thing.

But it's not...go figure.