Once again, I was watching another Sex and the City episode last night where Big is planning on moving to Paris (for business) and does not discuss it with Carrie. She later decides to be supportive and tells him to go, I forgot what he said (I was multitasking), but all of a sudden she threw her filet-o-fish at his TV and storms out.
Anyway, what I saw was someone who desperately wants to be a part of his life, but later realizes that it's over... there's really no hope left. Now, if it was just some friend who mentioned that to Carrie, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind at all and wouldn't have that "enough is enough" attack.
I see that happening in my own life as well. Usually I don't get mad at people, and if I do, it's a very brief madness. But I guess it's true, you always have a higher expectation for those you care about the most. It's easier to get mad at them for every little intricate detail because my expectations are so high.
This entire week has been filled with drama-drama-drama. I DTR-ed with somebody and basically said no, but of course I didn't get mad over that, just happy that I did it. But what stood out to me time and time again is how I get mad at somebody for the littlest things, and the reason for that (even if it seems a bit unfair) is because I care too much and expect "perfection"...
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