There are all kinds of surprises. Love them or hate them, what can you do but accept them when they happen?
If someone thinks a planned surprise will make me happy, I wish they’d think again. Anticipation is half the fun. And not giving me some warning or some hints when something bad is likely to take me by surprise – that’s cruel. Ignorance is not bliss, it’s just ignorance. I like to be prepared for things, even if it’s only in my head.
Surprise me with your wit, or your compassion or your understanding. Amaze me with your talents. Blow me away, bowl me over.
But don’t sneak up behind me and scare me silly. My reaction might surprise you, but perhaps you won’t live long enough to tell anyone about it.