All the expectations I have are not disappointed, as long as they relate to others! Everything I guessed and expected on the personal level was completely the opposite, until recently I began to believe that everything I had intuition and expectations in my personal life was pure illusion, and that I had to wait for it to contradict it, and thus some of my expectations became correct, because they contradicted previous expectations.
It seems that I fell into philosophy from the beginning! It's okay.. I would like to say: Before I discovered my expectations in such a clear way, I was willing to do so. More precisely, I was as Leo Tolstoy describes his hero Nicholas Rostov at the beginning of the seventh part of "War and Peace." I had that good feeling that charts the course of their path for stupid people!