The art of Disapointment

I have recently become acquainted with a completely new view on disappointment. We all face moments when we do not get the things we want or expect. It is disappointing. it sucks. life goes on.

My latest bit of involuntary knowledge is about people who choose to disappoint. My theory is that in some screwed up way in some peoples heads it becomes less pressure to go under the bar then over it. In some people, alas my only daughter being one, the disappoint rather than face the specter of failure. My Beautiful friend is as blown away bu the mind-state as I. the Heir, who had never heard me raise my voice, was stunned at my reaction. The Maker of Things, as always, analyzed it and comed the dross for facts.
I was exposed to one disappointment too many. Maybe I am to far down the path of the Poet Warrior to even understand. I can only act on the facts that I can understand.

I do know this: I hate being angry. I speculate this: She would rather face me angry then deal with her on internal fear of failure and anxiety of achievement. I conclude this: after more tan a decade of disappointment I am done.