that human thing. Sometimes I don't evennotice that I have expectations until they aren't met.

When I don't have them, it's often not about serenity; it's about having no clue what to expect and throwing up my hands. Possibilities-R-Us, and somewhere in "what might they do?", "why might they do it?", what might the consequences be?", "how might I/they/other people respond?", etc., the combinatorial explosion overwhelms me and I end up back at my basic world view: "I don't know what's going on -- even when I think I do.".