I have learned to avoid disappointments by avoiding the cause of disappointments. I may lay the blame on Emerson but that is only a part truth. Disappointment is the other half of that equation.
Why I ever let myself out of the safety of my reclusiveness is more than I will ever understand. There must be some reason that I want to believe but every time I do I have almost always been taught the lesson once again that I was right all along. Maybe stepping outside is not the problem; maybe it is stepping out and becoming enthusiastic about stepping out. Every time I do I swear that I will never do it again.