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Woof. |
As a species, human beings have a predisposition towards optimism. When faced with the most dire situations, human nature will stop at no length to find something that rationalizes enduring an experience. This is a very good thing because in short, the world can be a terrible place. Optimism is as much of a defense mechanism to help us get by, as it is a personality trait.
However, there is a drawback to our hope springing eternal. For all the things it helps us surmount, it has an unfortunate tendency to develop expectations for events in our own minds that are nearly unattainable when evaluated against the standard of reality.
How many times have we heard a friend (okay fine, casual acquaintance) say “OH MY GAWSH, I can NOT wait for Spring Break!” or seen a Facebook status like “~`~**SiX FlAgZ ’11 –wIt DA Crewwww <3333 **~`~” Probably more times than you’d like to admit, given that you’re 23 and have been seeing that annually for the past six years. As a sidenote, that took about 4 minutes to type “properly.” My God.
These expectations cause us to overlook the negatives of many a situation, both before the fact for motivation and afterwards to preserve an event as a cherished memory. But if we take off our rose-colored glasses and look back, plans usually fell far short of the reality of a situation. To paraphrase the Geto Boys, your mind’s playing tricks on you.
There are a few things in life that seem to come up again and again as topics that we over-value with our optimism, yet rarely, if ever, turn out as well as we hoped. This is a list of topics to approach with caution in the future. Things that turn out like a bag of popcorn that never pops in the microwave, or a cookie that smells 10x better than it tastes. These are Things That Are Never As Good As We Expect Them To Be.
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Imagined: This. Reality: Not This. |
Summer – Summer is by far the most obvious example of this phenomenon, but year in and year out, it remains the most glaring case of expectations failing to live up to reality. This isn’t to say summer totally sucks, because it doesn’t. Summer is totally awesome. But what we make summer out to be before it comes, and what we actually accomplish during those three short months are almost always two completely different lists.
The biggest reason for this is the lead-up to summer itself. After six (or nine) months of frozen ugliness and anguish, we have a pressing need to do every fantastic thing possible we weren’t able to do before. This is why our summer plans discussed in April and May look more like “beach everyday, bonfires every night, boating, swimming, tanning, biking, hiking, 5,000 concerts, 400 road trips and hanging out with friends 30 hours a day,” rather than the September review that reads “worked a menial, under-paying job 35-50 hours a week, only had two weekends off all summer, went biking once, sat in friend’s basement on a Wednesday and had two beers, got a couple really bad sunburns the only times I got to go to the beach, car broke down and the weather rained out a bonfire the only night all my friends had off at the same time.” Yikes, right?
No matter how many times summer burns us (pun) we never give up on it, for the sole reason that even at its worst, summer is better than winter at its best. And if we ever actually do have a summer as fantastic we imagine, it would be the summer of a lifetime. So as far as summer goes, don’t stop believing Steve Perry, but sprinkle in a few realistic goals while you’re at it.
Partying – I’d like to clarify that like summer, this is not on the list to say partying sucks. Because it doesn’t. But like I mentioned previously, rare is the night out that ends the way we had hyped it up to be.
The build up to partying usually revolves around needing a “release.” “Oh man, work was killer this week, I just gotta cut lose and get BUCK,” or “I can’t even remember the last time I had a good time, we need to get crazy Friday!” are just a couple thoughts that take us down the slippery slope of partying expectations. So what is it that always lets it down when it comes to partying? An insatiable need to overdo it. Every. Time.
It may just be the American in us, our own Manifest Destiny, the pursuit of happiness or delusions of grandeur, but the “one is good, two is better, three is best” mindset dominates the thought process of the partier. And yes, three may be best when you’re starting off. Unfortunately, that mindset seems to be more prevalent around drink 12 rather than drink two. What you had hoped would become a night of socially lubricated reminiscing and laughter with friends, music, dancing and potentially meeting someone new, can quickly become a bitter argument, a broken ankle and locking yourself in the bathroom to text the one person you absolutely, positively should not. Oops.
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Yeah, you've got to clean up at some point too. |
Some of the best memories had with friends very well may be the ones you made at your favorite watering hole, or bouncing around the town until the wee hours of the night, but keep in mind what you need to do to have a great memory – REMEMBER IT. More often than not the best nights are the unscripted ones where we go with the flow, and the ones with details planned to the millionth degree never quite get there because we focus too much on meeting a predetermined milestone rather than enjoying the here and now – and when I say “focus too much,” I mean “drink too much.” Our own perceived infallibility is what lands partying on the list of things that never quite live up to expectations.
Relationships – This makes the cut, merely by examining it analytically. The main reason humans engage in relationships is the pursuit of a life shared with someone they prefer over everyone else (and other things too, hurr-hurr). Based on those parameters, most people encounter this connection only once, or maybe twice, taking into account unfortunate life events like death and divorce. Chances are, the person who completed your search wasn’t the first person you were ever interested in.
Every moderately serious relationship starts out with the same optimism, otherwise you wouldn’t be wasting your time dealing with a person if you didn’t see potential in them. Thusly, every time someone doesn’t wind up fitting the bill as your ideal match, that’s another failure of expectations. People can go their whole lives trying to find their perfect partner. With some, it’s due to REALLY unrealistic expectations, and others just seem to strike out because of misfortune and happenstance, but both are examples of relationships failing to live up to expectations.
Do notice though, that I pluralized relationship. Because if you’re lucky enough to find one that works, it should balance out all the other times they didn’t. Isn't it nice how that works?
Sports – Yes, I’m going there.
As an irrational sports fanatic, I fall victim to this letdown probably more than anything else in life. There is nothing like the optimism a brand new season provides. Personally, I’d rather go to work on Christmas than on Opening Day, and I can never sleep the night before the first college football Saturday every year. Sports provide the most stirring moments of human drama, touching both ends of the spectrum, from euphoric joy to soul-crushing heartbreak. They are the reason we all still believe in miracles and the notion that on any given day, any team or person can triumph over the other, odds be damned, is genuinely present in few other situations in life.
It’s also why sports turn us into total idiots.
“Any given day” is the armament that allows us to believe that this is the year our favorite teams have their magical seasons and conquer all comers on their pre-destined journey to the title of Best In All of The Land. And while it is fact that anyone can potentially beat anyone else at anytime, it’s a fact that gives us only an inch, yet we take that inch and another 63,359 inches to make up a mile of ignorance time and time again. There is a lot more at play in the realm of sporting competition than success by virtue of chance, but when that’s the only chance your team has at winning, it seems to be good enough.
That is exactly how and why I take it upon myself annually to tell every person I know that THIS is finally the year the Orioles break out and win the most unlikely World Series ever. My lunacy has been going on for a good decade now - but wait! This year they started out 6-1 and it looked like I finally had the Orioles of old, and I laughed and hollered their praises to the heavens. But after following that start with a more familiar 2-10 streak (and counting), my mighty Oriole turned into a crow, dropped dead in the air, just like they did in the AL East standings, and fell onto my dinner plate. As they say, “This is why we can’t have nice things.”
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DURRELLASAURUS. |
Thankfully there are those special seasons that come along juuuuuust often enough to keep us from giving up completely due to the constant disappointment from our favorite teams. MSU basketball’s run to the Final Four in Detroit? Bliss. The Tigers going from almost being the worst team in history to the World Series in a few short years? Amazing. The Rich Rodriguez era at Michigan? That was like 4 Christmases, 11 birthdays and 22 Independence Days rolled together. These things happen to us and we rejoice, or we see them happen to others and hope. They are all the inspiration we need for a lifetime of blind faith and unfettered expectations.
The bond fans have with their team is a tight one, and it’s the reason we want them to do well so fervently. It also is why the people who love their teams the most are the ones with the expectations left most unfulfilled. They have their “realistic” expectations for what they truly know should happen that year, but every bounce that goes the right way is a flutter in their hearts, and every last second win or upset is surely an omen more good things will continue to happen. If you wish hard enough, they can do it, right? ANGELS IN THE OUTFIELD, RIGHT!?
They can’t help themselves, and that makes sports a special kind of letdown, because they know better, and they know that they know better. (And yes, when I say “they,” I also mean “me.”) So please don’t get mad at them. Take pity. But not on Cubs fans, they’re just being stupid at this point.