Funny Expectation Vs Reality Novels & Stories

KATRINA "I wish, we can be like this forever." She said wholeheartedly. "Bitch, forever does not exist. Dream on!" "You really know how to ruin the good atmosphere, Kat!" "I'm just saying the truth, Tina." "What truth? That forever doesn't exist? You know what? If forever really does not exist it shouldn't be in the dictionary in the first place." "Dictionary has it but people don't have it." I said in contrary and rolled my eyes.

"And now, ten years later, after you finally get free of that Sinclair cage, you find out he's the younger brother of your shitty ex-husband?" She shook her head in disbelief, her dark curls bouncing with the movement. "Hollywood really needs to learn from this. This would make a blockbuster. People would pay twenty dollars just for the popcorn to watch this drama unfold." I let out a wet, jagged sound that was half-sob, half-laugh. The absurdity of it all hit me like a wave. It was so ridiculous that if I read it in a book, I'd probably throw it across the room for being "unrealistic." But it was my reality… messy, complicated, and painfully real. Life had a cruel sense of humor, it seemed.

Now they've seen it as an opportunity to start misbehaving. Of all the replies I expected, this was the least and most stupid of them. What's the meaning of this? What is wrong with them? Of there was a way to get them to the ground and lashed their asses, I wouldn't hesitate, not even for a second. The audacity, no fear. Christ. This explanation hit me real hard. I never expected this kind of response, and the words leave a sour taste in my mouth. What the fuck? I never knew that their craziness was up to this point. Its so shocking.

“It can be very suffocating.” “I know right?” I replied to him, relating to what he was saying this time. People see you as one thing, and when you don't meet their expectations, they can't handle it. They don't see the real you. They see what they want to see, what's convenient for them.

“Do you even hear yourself? You make it sound like we are in some sort of James Bond movie. I think what you urgently need right now is nothing but a reality check." Molly’s frustration peaked. “James Bond or not, the world isn’t as simple as you want to believe. Maybe you need to open your eyes and realize that not everyone has a carefree, privileged existence. There are things out there that are far darker and more complex than your superficial understanding.”

he says as people walk over to us, fixing my dress for me to walk down the aisle. "I'm just nervous. I don't know what to expect for us after this. I'm ... I'm scared." I admit. "Listen Di, you're gonna be alright, okay? You don't know what to expect after all this happens, so don't expect anything. Expectations that are too high lead to disappointment, so if you're expecting something, don't think of something impossible. You know what you can expect?" he says. "What?" I say, looking up at him.

she sensed uneasiness guilt, sorrow and disappointment in his tone which he hide from his face. "I liked this good side of urs ...... U should show it more often, people will glorify it" she spoke softly and looked for his reaction in the front mirror. His eyes were closed. "If you do good, people will expect good from you and no matter how much good u do to them but ur one mistake can spoil it all ...... Expectations from others suffocates me and it feels like burden ..... I can't live on others expectations" he stated with firmness and opened his eyes to look into her eyes which were fixed on the front mirror.

C H A P T E R 4 : J U L I E T The people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality. Reality is above all else a variable. With a firm enough commitment, you can sometimes create a reality that did not exist before. — Margaret Halsey, No Laughing Matter ~ “That’s Juliet Matthias and one of our girls.” I look at her in disbelief. I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.

I’ve been disappointed enough that I treasure my little fantasies. It’s all about managing expectations. Again, with nice guys, it’s, ‘Oh, he’s kind of cute… I’ll go out with him. Oh, he’s funny… and he’s got a good personality… okay, I’ll give it a shot.’ ‘Low expectations’ equals ‘not as much disappointment’ in my book. And my expectations for Mr. Connor Brooks were sky-high. If I were going to be disappointed, I would have preferred to hold on to my fantasy.

“And what exactly do you consider real? The truth you want to hear or the truth as it is?” Her boldness surprised me, but I didn’t let it show. “What I want and what I expect are two different things.” She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Then maybe you should tell me what you expect, so I don’t waste your time.” I pushed off the doorframe and walked toward her. “I expect honesty, Anya. Can you manage that?” Her lips curved into a small, sarcastic smile. “From me? Of course not.” I laughed, low and sharp.