Always happens to me. I’ll find out something I don’t like and then in an instant, I’m a sad being. Just like that. There was this one time, I wasn’t just disappointed. I was mortified, I’ve lost hope in everything. I even thought of not talking to that person ever. Yeah, it sucks. I don’t want any of that again.
But seriously, it’s bothersome not knowing things and itching to start exploring. I’d rather have that though than this pain upon finding out things. Some things are really better off left unsaid.