Disappointment

Camila Batmanghelidjh, one of my favourite women – she works tirelessly to rescue unparented street kids and give them opportunities to change their lives – was in the Q&A spot in the Guardian the other day.

Asked “What has been your biggest disappointment?” she  replied “I don’t get disappointed; I go with the flow.”

I spluttered breakfast tea all over the colour mag. Yeah right! Everyone gets disappointed, don’t they? Especially me. I’ve been specialising in it lately. I’m disappointed with work, disappointed with people, disappointed with the weather.

It makes me sound like a gloomy spoiled brat. Well maybe I am – a large helping of brat but whoa there, hold the gloomy. Control freak, then? Um, perhaps, a little control freakery around the edges, but even a control freak will admit it’s impossible to be objective as we are all convinced we do know best and probably for the best possible motives. Insufferable.

But why can’t people take pride in doing things properly, as they are supposed to, without cutting corners, making mistakes? Beats me. Why can’t people be more fun, co-operative, imaginative, enthusiastic and available?

People let you down, they disappoint, they fudge, they obfuscate and fail to live up to the expectations. Not all the time but sometimes. The expectation/disappointment ratio is bigger where the expectation is quite high in the first place.

So ok, I don’t know anyone who spontaneously turned into a looter but it did happen to some; the criminal and the suggestible. I’d be severely disappointed if I had a teaching assistant at my school, for instance, who took advantage of the riots to go help themselves to several pairs of JJB trainers. Actually, if I was a looter, I’d be the one the police find sitting among the shards of smashed window, trying on my fifth pair and moaning “No, these pinch a bit on the toes and they have no arch support whatsoever…. If they just had something between a six and a half and a seven. A six and three quarters would be ideal..”

What kind of person do you have to be not to be disappointed? Someone who doesn’t mind, I suppose. Someone self-contained who doesn’t require anything of other people? Perhaps someone saintly like Mother Theresa who recognises that human frailty is widespread and everyone has shortcomings and immediately forgives them.

It’s really hard not to feel disappointment if you mind strongly about something.

Martin Luther King junior opined “There can be no deep disappointment where there is no deep love.”

There is also a view that the more children are sheltered from disappointment, the greater the impact of disappointment in later life.

So, hey, I could blame my parents. Perhaps they didn’t arrange enough disappointments for me as a child. But hang on… they didn’t get me a pony (bloody Valerie Singleton on Blue Peter blew the gaff on how much they cost to keep) they didn’t get me a dog, they didn’t get me a new bike and I was one of four children in primary school who didn’t go on the school cruise to the Norwegian fjords. My best friend brought me back a consolation pencil from Bergen.

So it can’t be that. Those are more than enough disappointments for any child. Of course, for the sake of convenience here, I’m forgetting the million good things they did do for me. Dad bought me a pair of proper birdwatching binoculars when I was only nine years old, bless him, which was a thrill even bigger than my Birds of the World book.

I suppose the trick is not to think too critically of others because, if truth be told, I’ve been greviously disappointed with my personal achievements this year but I somehow manage to bury all that and concentrate on other people’s shortcomings – much less painful than examining one’s own frailties.

Ever heard of the Despair Calendars? They’re amusing/ironic/true/wicked. I’ve bought several for my nearest and dearest over the years. “Here at despair, we have a dream;  to help crush yours.”

Under Disappointment, the calendar says “The only consistent feature in all of your dissatisfying relationships is you.”

Ha! So that’s telling me. I will henceforth adopt enlightened Voltaire’s philosophy: “What is tolerance? It is the consequence of humanity.

“We are all formed of frailty and error; let us pardon reciprocally each other’s folly – that is the first law of nature. “

Although, if Voltaire had been the struggling owner of a little powdered wig shop (the shop being little, the wigs being full-sized)  which was looted by wig-hungry plebs (unlikely, I know but stay with me) , I bet you a franc to a farthing he would have dropped the pardoning thing in favour of kicking some ass.

Postscript: Anyway, I’m beginning to doubt whether Camila Batmanghelidjh was being totally serious with her answers.

Her response to the last question “Tell us a secret” was “There’s a hedgehog living under my turban.”


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6 Responses to Disappointment

  1. IsobelandCat says:

    Great last line. Not to say the other lines weren’t great too.
    CB spoke at a carol service I was at a few years ago. She is an amazing woman and a very powerful speaker because it’s all so in control. The facts are dramatic enough and she doesn’t over dramatise. she’s one of my heroes to. I support Kids’ Company.
    But.
    Cruises around Norway? What sort of primary school did you go to? I come from leafy Surrey, and our idea of a classy outing was a visit to the Horniman Museum.
    And you did the ass thing again.
    Mind you, I learned recently that donkey was a new word coined this side of the pond becasue of the distressing similarity between arse and ass.
    I hope that’s true.

  2. janh1 says:

    Hi Isobel. ‘Ass’ is less crass 🙂

    Oh my primary school was very ordinary but just had this one big school trip for the fourth-years. I felt like a pariah but looking back, I doubt I would have benefited from it very much. I wanted to be Gerald Durrell at the time and there would have been little opportunity on a cruise ship for poking around finding and identifying insects. No other trips were offered at all. I do like the look of the Horniman Museum!

  3. valzone says:

    I’m constantly disappointed, with other people, and myself. It annoys me when people “should know better”, or don’t use their common sense. I disappoint myself, when I expect too much of people. I get rattled with myself when I allow myself to do something, that goes against the grain….”Why did I do that” I mumble to myself. I think disappointment is the necessary evil, we have to feel. I may be wrong of course. Excellent read Jan.

  4. janh1 says:

    Hi Val, glad it’s not just me! A bit of self-indulgent navel-gazing never did anyone any harm did it? Must remember not to make a habit of it 🙂 Do check out the Despair calendars. V good!

  5. Fabulous post Jan.

    I imagine that, in her role, she has learned how to display ‘unconditional positive regard’ (Carl Rogers – Person-Centred therapy) for people, and from that, events. One day I’ll get there, but at the moment, I’m still frequently disappointed too.

  6. janh1 says:

    That sounds a neat trick if you can pull it off, Sophie. Not sure I could train myself not to *care* so much about stuff, though.

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