The presence of expectations

As I write this, the wind is howling across the sky, whipping the trees back and forth, and there is a sense of urgency that I finish this before the lights go out. Evidently, there is a hurricane on the way and I live within its whipping zone.

Without electricity, I can’t upload to the Internet and I expect to post to my blog at least once per month. The electric company around here doesn’t exactly have a record of alacrity and speed when it comes to restoring lost power plus there is this rain thing going on and something about water and electricity comes to mind . . .

Anyway, wasting time. This is about expectations.

The world has failed, yet again, to meet my expectations.

I know this is a jaw-dropping surprise to you, especially since I have pretty low expectations:

• Be kind to each other.
• Take care of yourself.
• Take only what you need.
• Use your brain.

Most folks agree with the first three, but for some unfathomable reason (except for a few who think they NEED more than the rest of us but that’s a different blog), I get a lot of flak about the last one. I have this unspoken expectation that people will use their brains wisely. I expect that their definition of wise will equal or at least land on the same page as my definition of wise.

And, this, I have decided is the root of all my unhappiness. I have expectations that others will live up to my definition of wise. They don’t and never will. How hard is it to: not drive 100 mph on 50 mph roads, not leave your baby in a hot car, not shoot people, not stab children to death, not sabotage your co-workers, not kidnap and dismember people, not lie, and not spend more money than you make?

Really. You have to go out of your way to do these things.

The world, however, has met one of my expectations. I am now the editor at Loyola University’s blog Meaning Making. That’s where I’ve been these past couple of months and they’ve even agreed to give us a subscribe button. So, go over there and subscribe. We will only bug you about once a week and we have some uplifting good expectations to share.

I expect I’ll see you there.

©2012 by Barbara L. Kass


Tags: , , ,

9 Responses to “The presence of expectations”

  1. Brother James Says:


  2. Colleen Says:

    Congratulations Barbara! On another note, I just wanted to say how much I have appreciated your wisdom and insight here on Eternal Presense. I can’t tell you how often your words have been a light.

  3. Ann Marquette Says:

    Like you, I have high expectations of others, some the same as you mention above. I also expect common courtesies in all areas of life, which includes return phone calls, let the other person know if you cannot keep an appointment (even if it is only a casual social one). When you receive a greeting card, let the person know you received it and say thank you.
    Congrats on your new job as editor of Loyola University’s blog Meaning Making.

    • Barbara Kass Says:

      Hi, Ann — I agree about those common courtesies so I am simply flabbergasted by all of the trouble that people GO OUT OF THEIR WAY to cause. I am happy to be editor at Meaning Making but it sure has cut into my time here and at other blogs!

  4. sandiwhite Says:

    Well, thank Goodness! I miss your brand of wisdom in the world I live in, I should never whatch the news. I come away feeling there is a high proportion of not-smart people to smart people. I can’t wait to be the first to subscribe.

    • Barbara Kass Says:

      Hi, Sandi — you will be most welcome at Meaning Making. While every place has its share of not quite so smart people, the folks at Loyola sort of steal your heart.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: