“Unspoken expectations are premeditated resentments.” Neil Strauss
The rage burning in your chest for agreements never signed, contracts written in invisible ink. Expectation: the phantom limb of communication— you feel it there but the other sees only empty space. The mind reader you hired never showed up for work, left you waiting at the restaurant of assumption. Before the anger hardens into righteousness, before the story becomes gospel about their selfishness— Ask: Did you speak the wish out loud? Did the need leave your skull and enter the world? The other stumbles through your mental minefield, setting off explosions they never saw coming. Clarity: the mercy you owe to both of you— the map that shows where the treasure is buried instead of letting them dig blind holes in your silence.
