How It Is Supposed to Be

People can have a hard time coping when their suppositions about life are not met, when things don’t work out how they are supposed to. I’ll even go so far as to say that people really don’t like it at all. If things don’t gel with an imagined trajectory, it grates. But life does not always conform or comply with how we think it should pan out. Life alters the narrative, changes the scripts and otherwise fucks with our best laid plans. The longer we cling to our suppositions and that should and ought, the more we suffer. The sooner we switch to is and are, the easier life becomes.

Once the horse has bolted, the genie has left the bottle, the camel’s back has been broken and the milk has been spilled, we cannot undo. Life does not have an undo button. Even if these things were not “meant” to happen, they can, and they sometimes do. People can feel extremely hard done by when their cunning plans fail in their execution. “That is not how it is supposed to be! Boo-hoo, boo-hoo. It wasn’t meant to work out like that.”

Although we may wish that we could, we cannot always have life on our own terms. The universe is bigger than us. There are other people in the world, we are not the sole arbiter of how they will behave.

Having cued this up:

Do I get upset when things pan out in ways other than how they are supposed to?

If so, why?

Is it possible that I have some control-freak tendencies?