When K was a teenager I thought Stephen King was the best writer, like, evarrr. Now I recognize him as a sadistic, misanthropic hack whose work makes the world a little worse than it would be without it.
In the 70s, I thought Fleetwood Mac and Journey were awful, awful bands, the worst kind of schlock. Now I like them both quite a bit, “Rumours” in particular.
I might say something similar about the Bee Gees or ABBA. I still don’t consider myself a fan, but I can appreciate them a lot more now that I’m not hearing them on the radio all the damn time.
Thirty years ago I thought I was lucky to have a company that would hire me. Now, I think they’re lucky to have me. Said with a grin.
When I was younger I thought a career as a lawyer - even if grueling - would at least leave you financially well off.
I’m disappointed to have changed my mind.
I used to be opposed to the draft, for pacifistic reasons. Now I think it’s far more moral to have universal service requirements.
I used to be very uneasy around gay people, while never hating them. Now I’ve met and gotten to know many, including a childhood friend who didn’t come out until he was in college, and I’m totally cool with him and them.
I used to be very harsh in my outlook on criminal defendants. Now I have a much better appreciation of how background and environment can shape someone, how little prison actually reforms anyone, and I’m not nearly so eager to see prison time imposed in any but violent crime or high-level drug-dealing cases.
I’ve also come to oppose capital punishment, because of its expense, erratic imposition and the unavoidable risk of an innocent person being executed.
That’s the first thing that came to… erm, mind.
An alternate response is: ‘I hope this one’s clean!’