“ get used to disappointment. ”
“oh, i already am,” he huffed, crossing his arms to his chest. “there’s nothing you can say or do that will disappoint me any more than the last TWENTY YEARS OF MY LIFE has. but are you done feeling special with that philosophy?” Noah rolled his eyes.
It was a bit sad that there were people who automatically geared themselves toward disappointment – including himself – but life did tend to make people feel like SHIT, so he understood the feeling all too well. it was like constantly feeling no matter what you did, you’d never achieve the result you aim for. no matter what, no matter how close you get to being at a desirable point in life, SOMETHING’S going to turn around and FUCK UP those good feelings and just make you feel useless again.
at least, that was his experience.
Noah would never be able to live a life devoid of disappointment. he set himself up for misery and discontent the night he exploded on his wife; the night he made a foolish decision to SELL his soul. that being said, he had no good advice for the other man and he found his sulking, pessimism, WHATEVER HE CALLED IT, to be annoying and a waste of his time.
“now, was there something you needed or is this conversation done with?”
