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But, You Didn't Ask

Without getting into the long, drawn out story of my circumstances over the last few years, I've come to the realization that having expectations of people is a useless endeavor. Why is it, that we as a society, need to be asked, told or prodded to do things that are expected. Why would someone offer a service, an amenity or just a gesture, if they needed to be prodded to carry through with it? Why advertise something, if it's not really part of the deal, written only to sweeten the pot, unless actually demanded? It's a mystery.

Even the casual restaurants now will offer specials on the menu or a website, but unless one asks in person, they're simply empty words. Free! That word is used so often, but fixed to an action that must be performed by the customer, unbeknownst them. Digital coupons. First we must download to an app, then a card, then asked "Do you wish to use it at this time?" Immediately made to feel as if you've unlocked some secret that was never expected to be uncovered.

For six months, I've remained silent about a promise. A promise, which I paid for. A promise that went unfulfilled, simply because I didn't demand it. Even now, I am told to remind them of this promise, as if the conversation in which I politely brought up this omission wasn't my demand. Why isn't this already done? When will it be done? Why am I made to feel as if my asking for what was promised is an inconvenience? I sit and stare at a reminder of this failure to fulfill, while being made to feel as if in some way, it is my fault.

It makes you wonder about promises like love, honor and cherish. To raise a child. To teach a class. To obey the law. To take an oath to honor the constitution. Everywhere we look, we're reminded that people are failing to simple follow through on a promise, a promise they made, legally binding in many cases. A promise they have ignored, not due to oversight, but simply because they figured nobody actually cared. As of the promise to fulfill a duty or contract isn't necessary, because that duty, that contract, is nothing more than pomp and circumstance.

This blog, story, rant, what have you, will lead you to believe, I've been wronged in a horrible way. Brokenhearted, due to broken promises. I assure you, it's not that severe. It's just been six months and I'd like to watch something on the television.

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