Even though they have told me a million times that they will never leave, there is no guarantee. We never really know when something unexpected happens; when someone better comes along, or when they wake up one day and realize that we’re not as amazing as they thought. Because no matter how much I trust a person, I know that anyone could find at least one reason to get away from a broken promise.
“Assuming reality was constant, expectation had to be greater than reality to create optimism. On the other hand, a pessimist was someone with expectations lower than reality, a fraction of diminishing returns. The human condition meant that this number approached zero without really reaching it - you never really completely gave up on hope; it might come flooding back at any provocation.”—Peter Houghton; Nineteen Minutes, by Jodi Picoult
The truth is, I have a bad habit of comparing myself to others. There’s always someone with a better smile, nicer clothes, a skinner waist, brighter eyes, and amazing hair. I put myself down all the time. I can never be happy with the way I look at all. I’m self-conscious and that’s probably the number one thing I want to change about me.