Drinking. Somewhere in senior year of high school, I swore I wouldn’t drink again. That lasted until three days before I graduated. Stopped again in August, swore I wouldn’t drink at school, which lasted until my first night at college. :smack:
God, I saved your stories. :wally
I swore I’d never, ever LARP (live action role playing). I swore I’d never, ever under any circumstance enter a goth club and would certainly never enjoy it. Yeah, the same damn friend wore down my resolve on both. I’m going clubbing tomorrow night and an thrilled I actually get to play my Eshu in the Changling LARP on Saturday.
- Get all giggly and stupid around someone I have a crush on
- Call an ex while drunk
- Start smoking
- Start smoking again!
- Use my credit card to buy something I really can’t afford
- Take back a certain ex who broke my heart
- Take back a certain ex who broke my heart again!
- Gain back the 10 lbs I worked hard to lose
- Take criticism of my work personally
- Cry in the office (I did manage to lock myself in a bathroom stall before the tears came)
Okay, I’m going to quit now while I still have some self respect!
Oh, man. This happens to me so often; I swear, the cosmos is trying to teach me humility or something.
Episode the First I go visit UC Davis with my sister when she’s a senior in high school and I’m a junior. I spend the whole day ragging on the place, how you wouldn’t catch me dead at UCD, how I had my sights set on Berkeley and only Berkeley, etc., etc.
I turned down Berkeley to attend UCD. Then I stayed on for a master’s.
Episode the Second All my young life, I looked down on Los Angeles as only a native Northern Californian can. I was often heard to sneer that I would never ever live in LA, yea, even if the heavens fell.
Then the jobs in my field were not to be found in NorCal, and I got offered this really GOOD job in LA…
Episode the Third OK, OK, so I was resigned to move to LA. But to make it more bearable, I swore that I would only live on the Westside. The Valley, you say? Pfui. Leave it for the brain-dead, and leave the Westside for me.
Escrow closes early next month on my new place in the Valley.
So now I’ve sworn that I will never swear off anything…
When I was 10 I learned about masturbation and came to the conclusion that it was disgusting, gross and plain wrong. Then a few years later I was disgusting, gross and plain wrong.
I used to swear that I’d never swear.
Oh man, I forgot about that one. Did you eventually decided that you wanted to try it or did it just happen? I was always very careful about alcohol and always swore I’d never get drunk but then the bartenders at my work gave me this awesome drink in which I couldn’t taste the alcohol, and then another which was just as deadly. I woke up the next morning with very few memories from the night before. :smack:
99 times out of a hundred, when I say I won’t do something, I’m right. I’ve got just enough willful stubbornness in me to not do something, all else being equal, just because I said I wouldn’t.
The only exception that leaps to mind at the moment : I promised myself I wouldn’t get a Playstation (the original). One of my college roommates had a Playstation. I picked up a secondhand game or two to play on that Playstation. College roommate sold off his Playstation. I couldn’t play my games. The PS2 - a legitimate exception to my previous decision - was still over a year away. I bought a secondhand Playstation.
1. I swore that I would never have sex before being married
That didn’t quite pan out.
2. I swore that I’d always be a Christian
Wow, that one really didn’t pan out.
3. I swore that I’d never drink alcohol
Haha.
4. I swore I’d never use drugs
I’ve broken that one a few times.
5. I swore I’d never move for a girl
Well, sort of. The location of my SO has influenced some of my decisions, but I’ve made sure to have plenty of legitimate reasons for relocating as well.
6. I swore I’d never pay monthly subscriptions for online games
Too late for that one.
I’ve also learned that life can be suprising, and it’s usually not a good idea to swear that something will never be done.
I swore (as a geology grad student) that I’d never move to Houston, work for an oil company, and correlate well logs all the livelong day. But I did. Fortunately, the grease company laid me off, and I never looked back; but I’m still in Houston.
I swore that I would not have a Catholic Priest officiate at any wedding where I was the bride. See, I really resent all the stuff required beforehand like the class and the prenuptial investigation and being asked to raise your kids in the church and stuff, not to mention the requirement my husband’s parish has that the wedding must take place in a church when I wanted it to take place in a catering hall. I even think it’s ridiculous that they want to see your baptism certificate; to me, religion is sort of along the lines of a hobby and should not act like it has rules . It’s all about compromise though and we were lucky enough to find an order of priests who don’t do any of that and so we did have a Catholic priest at my wedding along with my dad, who is a minister.
Ditto to the “start smoking” and “start smoking—AGAIN” posts. Others:
-Return to Alabama after leaving
-Date somebody much younger than I am
-Try the Atkins Diet
Drive drunk.
Sleep with someone who already is with another woman.
Sleep with someone who already is with another woman ever again.
I was never going to smoke. (Blew that one)
After I quit for 3 years I would never smoke again. (dammit!)
I would never drink. (really blew that one)
No drugs. (I spent my early twenties flipping the bird to that promise)
I would never get involved with a man. (that smarmy asshole)
I would never marry that man (I have no resolve)
I would never stay with someone who cheated on me or hit me. (took six years to remember I made that promise)
Would never cheat on an SO. (well it was only one time and man that was a long time ago and I cheated on the bastard ex husband)
Would never fall in love again. (I pulled that off for about 7 years after the divorce but fell in love with my current girlfriend a year and a half ago)
Would never ever again live with someone I was dating. (ooops)
I would never ever date someone more than 2 years younger than me. (um, yeah, she’s alot younger than 2 years but at least she falls within the “half my age + 7 rule”)
I would never buy a house, especially with a lover. (welcome to my mortgage)
I would never have kids (HA! This time the Universe loses. Unless my girlfriend brutally attacks me with a loaded turkey baster, I am free and clear)
I haven’t done drugs in years, I quit drinking, but hey I still smoke. I’m in love with a great girl, we moved in together and we bought a house last fall.
Oh yeah, I would never move to a smaller town, and I would never take a desk job. I can hear the gods laughing now.
I do not put things that don’t taste good in my mouth, and the taste of alcohol has always disgusted me. Besides, both sides of my family are liberally populated with alcoholics, including my father, who drank himself out of any ability to work. I reasoned that one drink leads to another, especially in the case of someone like myself, who can tend to compulsion. Don’t have that first drink, I always thought, and kept to it. Well, I went out with a bunch of people I didn’t know that well once. Their preferred entertainment was drinking. Someone bought me a beer. I struggled through it, because I hate beer. Someone bought me another. I struggled through it. Someone bought me another. The third beer, to my surprise, was not nearly so disgusting as the first two had been, and the fourth wasn’t bad at all. Continued drinking more, with a few vodka and cranberry juices just for variety. I expected to have a hangover but did not. I decided drinking wasn’t that much fun.
I try to avoid alcoholic beverages as much as possible. Occasionally I would like a drink, but it’s generally something where the alcohol would be disguised so I couldn’t really taste it. I drink maybe twice a year now, one drink each time. I keep thoughts of my father close in mind, and that keeps me from drinking.
Didn’t intend for this to become a sob story. I was just trying to answer the question. Oh, well.
**(1) Answer my cell phone while in the men’s room. ** I broke this rule once, but only when I was expecting a really critical call. I avoided accompanying the conversation with any exotic bodily noises, but had to hang up quick when someone else came in to take a leak.
**(2) Eat veal. ** I’ve fallen off this wagon once in 25 years and have no excuse for it. (But now I try not to get too lit before I order the meal to go with my wine.)
(3) Move back to Kentucky. I’m a Cleveland native who moved to rural Kentucky in early high school. I depised it and couldn’t wait to leave at the end of high school. For a number of reasons, 21 years later, I moved back. (To Lexington - I still won’t live in the rural counties.)
I can’t break that rule, I’ve still not left Kentucky. I think I did once swear that I would leave Kentucky, but that desire has long since diminished. I wouldn’t say it won’t ever happen though, that would kind of defeat the general mentality of this thread.
I swore I’d never set foot back in Rochester, N.Y. after I left it.
A year later I was back. It was because of a woman, of course. After we broke up, I swore I’d never set foot in Rochester, N.Y.
This time I was able to hold out for almost a decade, but then someone actually paid to send me there and put me up. Since then, I’ve been back several times.
Despite what the other parents are saying in this thread, MilliCal never used a pacifier. Maybe it’s because we never swore that she’d never use one.
I’m in a resturant in Japan, my Japanese friend orders a heck of a meal, I’m chowing through all kinds of dishes I don’t recognize, all of it tastes amazing. At one point I say to my friend “These fish nugget things are great!” He says “Yeah, that’s blowfish.”
Oops. I had always said that eating blowfish was the stupidest way I knew of to risk your life. But eating blowfish without even knowing it’s blowfish has to rank a few points lower on the stupid scale, I’d say. :smack: