The secret of how to be miserable is to constantly expect things are going to happen the way that they are "supposed" to happen.
You can have faith, which carries the understanding that you may be disappointed. Then there's being a willfully-blind idiot, which virtually guarantees it.
I guess everyone has an angle. Fine, what do you want? Just know that you cannot have this tiny ad:
a bit of art, as a gift, that will fit in a stocking