The More You Know Someone

"Everyone's disappointing, the more you get to know someone."

Of all the little tidbits of wisdom in Synecdoche, New York that make you hardcore reevaluate your life, this little fella is my least favorite.

I think, for me, the case is that people actually disappoint me less the more I get to know them. There are exceptions, of course - maybe 1/3 of people I know end up disappointing me. Oh, but isn't that awful to think of? Just thinking about thinking of those people makes me uncomfortable, like I'm betraying somebody somehow. If you knew I was thinking how disappointed I am by you, would you feel betrayed?

I must be betraying you; otherwise, I would be able to list your names here, because you would already know how I feel.

There are some people who have disappointed, then redeemed. Then, perhaps, disappointed again and redeemed again. And with them, I think I am just waiting for another disappointment, likely meaning that I am indeed still disappointed with them. And I know them more. I know they disappoint, so I am disappointed. Probably more disappointed with the fact that I feel I have to live on edge waiting for the day they disappoint me again...than with the fact that they have disappointed me in the past.

This whole issue of disappointment is actually a little depressing to ponder.

And I have used some form of the word "disappoint" entirely too many times in this post.