I thought that I was finally get a grasp on this new job of mine and things were (gasp) almost under control. I thought that my parents knew the answer to every single problem and were just keeping them from me because they're trying to prove some sort of point. I thought that when I made a decision that the decision I picked would be the right decision forever. I thought that when the thermometer outside hit 76 that there was absolutely no way on the face of this planet that a mere two days later, it would snow.

Guess what? I was wrong.

Just as I'm gaining control of this new job thing, I'm getting a whole new set of responsibilities which, quite frankly, scare me shitless, though everyone else seems to have this, "What's the big deal" attitude about it. The big deal is that you're signing me up to do something I don't want to do. The big deal is that I already can't get everything done, so what on earth makes you think I can accomplish this, too? Just cause I saved the day today with that great idea of mine and then actually, you know, went ahead and did it does not mean that I should be punished with extra crap. I just think that's wrong.

My parents actually don't know the answer to all of my problems. They're not holding the answers hostage. They don't even know what they're having for dinner tonight.

I have made some decisions. Well - I've made close to a billion of them, but I've made some fairly large ones with the advice of my father. I chose things based on the information I had to me at the time. I made the best decisions I could, and I moved on. And now, I'm very much wondering - what the fuck was I thinking?

Saturday, it was 76. Last night, it snowed. Go figure.

What's that phrase? Live and Learn? I don't like it so much. It doesn't come with advice, unless "learn" is the advice, in which case - that's some mighty crappy advice.

What have you thought in the past that turned out not to be true?