tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016378587242424045.post5872579775410652648..comments2023-10-31T05:23:38.176-04:00Comments on The Book of Jackson: Balancing Your Standards with HappinessDr. Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04539594257560675395noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016378587242424045.post-31911964027397167092011-07-18T15:56:47.402-04:002011-07-18T15:56:47.402-04:00Exceptions becomes expectations... that's so r...Exceptions becomes expectations... that's so real.Streetzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01530252589712115697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016378587242424045.post-89904693562311171302011-07-18T15:55:50.453-04:002011-07-18T15:55:50.453-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Streetzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01530252589712115697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016378587242424045.post-9991469010875200682011-07-18T15:38:43.912-04:002011-07-18T15:38:43.912-04:00Thank you for this post and tell your mom I said ...Thank you for this post and tell your mom I said thanks for this one “At times your standards are so low for people that you can’t ever hope to be happy.” I have high expectations for family, friends or potential friends but for potential mates my expectations are pretty low. I’ll pretty much accept what they give, feel some type of way about it because I hoped for more but acknowledge the fact that I can’t be mad because I already knew what it was. <br /><br />I’ll spare you the details of my weekend but to sum it up I have a strong faith that people are more considerate than they really are. I had come to the conclusion that I have too high expectations for people and planed to lower them across the board but this post gives me hope that I’m doing something right.Mrs.Brightsidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08901230853304341209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016378587242424045.post-82651693730211589152011-07-18T14:46:51.612-04:002011-07-18T14:46:51.612-04:00I haven't read the whole post but the bolded q...I haven't read the whole post but the bolded quotes speak the solutions to my overly dramatic weekend.Mrs.Brightsidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08901230853304341209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016378587242424045.post-49102175791425571412011-07-18T13:23:27.535-04:002011-07-18T13:23:27.535-04:00"When he walked in the apartment, my mother s..."When he walked in the apartment, my mother said, “Where are my flowers?” The exception, the favor, had become an expectation."<br /><br />real talk. this very thing happened to me.Tundehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13679721958814302294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016378587242424045.post-75472349080297897742011-07-18T12:00:38.629-04:002011-07-18T12:00:38.629-04:00{how come you never said nothing about it?....most...{how come you never said nothing about it?....most men in relationships should get a clause like in a lease that says, “If the rule is not enforced on a case-by-case basis it is not a concession to remove the rule from the lease.”}<br /><br />Haha, yes! This also works with parenting. I am one of those mom's who is like: "so you mean my son has been misbehaving for the past 3months and youre just telling me now?...hmmmm" <br /><br />Sacrificing my standards for temporary happiness use to be so difficult for me but I've mastered it! I'd be lying if I said I haven't had a few "relapses" since...but I realize this & try to prevent it from happening again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com