Expectations are so weird
Love 'em, hate 'em, whatever
Today write about how you feel when expectations are placed on you—socially, personally or professionally. It is no accident I am writing this prompt on a day when many celebrate Valentine’s Day. I’m not love humbug whatsoever, but what I am is anti-rote, anti-expectation, anti-hyperconsumerism, and definitely anti-do-a-normative-thing-because-everyone-else-is-doing-it.
I tend to rebel, immediately and viscerally, when arbitrarily told to do anything, or when I even as much as sense an obligation. I can almost feel my brain pulling away from a thing when I feel expectations or traditional power dynamics or a sense of rote settling over it. Like, every time. And, certainly, hailing from a long line of mostly cooperative people, there was a time early in my life when I thought this might be something defective and broken about me, though I very much see it as a power tool now.
So, whatever the idea of expectation brings up for you, today, write about that. Let’s go.
