You sit there and smile. You, or I, it’s all the same. You smile because the world expects you to, because they think nothing else of you. Because they expect you to find footprints on your back and they expect that you will shrug it off and allow it to happen again. Because they expect to come to you and they expect that you will make it better and they expect that you will be there. Because they expect you, to be you. Expect you to say yes and to smile and to laugh and to fix everything. When people expect things of you, you don’t want to disappoint them.
(part of my personal essay- just thought i’d share)
