On disappointment
I think we've all been hopeful of some event being greater than it turns out to be. The moment you find out Santa Claus is just your parents, or for me, my first trip to Central Park. Was this all there was? What was all the fuss? Or the moment I found out that Hulk Hogan was on steroids. Stay in school, say your prayers and take your vitamins. By "vitamins," he meant anabolic steroids. How disappointing.
Another example of these situations is your first real train ride. My brother was visiting me for a few days, and decided to take the train back to Richmond. For starters, the train was almost 45 minutes late, and of course the train station consists of a large indoor waiting room circa 1930. But it was at least cheap.
What causes such disappointment, at such a seemingly trivial event? I think usually this is because we have the idea in our head of what something will be before we go in. The train situation is certainly exemplary. You see the train in the movies, the Orient Express, or the Bond films, and get an idea that train travel is exotic, with private cars and really it's not like that at all. Real life sucks sometimes.
Another example of these situations is your first real train ride. My brother was visiting me for a few days, and decided to take the train back to Richmond. For starters, the train was almost 45 minutes late, and of course the train station consists of a large indoor waiting room circa 1930. But it was at least cheap.
What causes such disappointment, at such a seemingly trivial event? I think usually this is because we have the idea in our head of what something will be before we go in. The train situation is certainly exemplary. You see the train in the movies, the Orient Express, or the Bond films, and get an idea that train travel is exotic, with private cars and really it's not like that at all. Real life sucks sometimes.