Funny Expectation Vs Reality Novels & Stories

fingers cross, please believe me Bess. "Ehhh online class. What kind of class is it? You are doing extra work on weekends wow!" Gahd, it doesn't look like all is going according to plan. Dianna thinks, think... AHA! "Ouch Bess my stomach hurts so bad, it's killing me" putting my act on with me holding my stomach and facial expressions "H-ha? Oh no, go to the restroom quick right now." "O-Oh! I mean. No need Bess... It looks like LBM, far worse. I don't want your toilet to get clogged by me."

"God, I’m exhausted and nothing even happened." Rain propped his feet up on the chair across from him, completely relaxed now. "You think this is bad? Wait till they're here. No sleep. Constant noise. Explosive poop." I shot him a glare. "Wow. Inspirational. Painting the dream here." He held up his hands. "Hey, man. I’m just setting expectations. Low expectations mean you’re less disappointed." "You're supposed to say something helpful," I said. "Like ‘we’ll figure it out’ or ‘you’re going to be a great dad.’ Not ‘prepare for a poopocalypse.’"

Every passing second darkens deeper her expression. It elude no joy glint and invite every known darkness and disappointment. It definitely ain't my expectations. I expected much better. My expectations were little joy or happiness for me and towards my mates discovery. Guess my expectations outturns wrong. Her expression is no different from my expectations if such news opens to mom and Freya. Their expressions will definitely withhold negativity. They'll express heightened hatred and irritation. After all they desire nothing good ascertain to me. I am the omega disappointmet and suffering alone should be my every presents.

They were "Engaging." "We call it 'Reality Plus,'" Smith explained. "It’s a world where you can do anything, as long as it stays within the 'Community Guidelines.' No hunger, no war, no pain. Just a perfect, eternal afternoon. Isn't that better than the 'Nothing' you were looking for?" "It's a lie," I said.

and she actually thought that it was all that there is to it. A big no was plastered on her forehead for the answer to her expectations. No, she was not only given the romance she always dreamt about with Prince Charming or just any good person. She was offered love by and with someone who did not only fit the impossible standards she has but was the complete opposite of what she had in mind. The Universe not only drained her expectations down the drain but reminded her how expectations are nothing to what reality holds. She was given a shot at what love and romance can be with a villain.

“And when that failed, I sent you into that little fake reality… hoping you’d lead me right to her.” Fake reality? The words struck me so hard my thoughts scattered. “What… what do you mean?” I tried to ask, but the sentence crumbled in my mouth. My tongue felt heavy and my mind spun, and I couldn’t grab a single clear thought. “What… fake… reality?” I finally forced out, even though my voice shook. Eve burst into loud, wild laughter, clapping her hands as she’d just heard the funniest joke in the world. Then just as fast, the laughter cut off. Her face dropped into something cold and empty.

“What’s wrong with wanting a sweet, dependable person as a partner who is loyal and kind and looks after you? Is that too much to ask, or am I reaching too far?” “You’re not reaching at all.” Finishing his coffee, Micheal gets up and puts his mug on the table. Then he crosses the room to me. “There’s nothing wrong with having realistic expectations for what you want in your life. It’s just matching it up with what’s in front of you. That’s the problem.” “Did you have a problem when you met your wife?”

I say my tone changing into a light and cynical tone My playful calm expression turning into an exhausted bored look… Yeah……am definitely not what they expected!

“Asked if I understood the kind of kids they deal with. Asked what I’d do if one of them tried to manipulate me.” “And?” “And I answered,” I said simply. He smiled slightly. “You don’t sound like someone who failed an interview.” I shook my head. “That’s the thing,” I said. “I don’t like expecting things.” “Why?” he asked. “Because expectations disappoint,” I replied immediately. He leaned back in his chair. “Then you should practice detaching from expectations,” he said casually. I turned to him slowly. “How does that work?” I asked. He shrugged lightly. “You still try. You still show up. You still want things. But you don’t tie your peace to the result.”

Expectation is heavier than fear. Fear announces itself. It sharpens the senses, triggers response. Expectation, though—expectation settles in quietly, drapes itself over moments, asks to be carried without ever acknowledging its own mass. I start to feel it in small ways. The pause before answering questions. The subtle recalibration of tone when discussing plans. The awareness that some people now imagine a trajectory for us—and expect us to follow it. Not maliciously. Just… confidently. It surprises me how quickly narratives form once love becomes visible.