Haha! That’s awesome 
START, sometimes you really crack me up
ok…there are 2 but they go hand in hand. i was the non smoking advocate all my life. freshman and sophmore year, i was the dork handing out the pamphlets on national do not smoke day or whatever they called it. yeah that ended summer of junior year. close to 10 years later i’m still smoking.
this is where it gets really gross. so i’m in college, poor as anything, so my roomates and i would buy those cheap, no name, “we just kind of picked up a bunch of brown looking stuff up off the ground and wrapped it into a cigarette” brand cigs. BUT when we couldn’t even afford them…well…we would go outside of the different buildings ie. liberal arts, science labs, art studios, you know where classes were, late at night when no one was around…we would pick up the cigarettes that people wouldn’t finish because they were late to class and smoke them :eek: yes i know!!! it’s horrible. i was a disgusting skank trailer trash girl. and we would go to multiple buildings.
i swear i NEVER EVER thought i would do something like that!
I have two that are both employment related:
My first job ever was as a dishwasher for “Bill Knapps” restaurant. It was a crap job that paid next to nothing. The management treated me like crap and after 6 months of working there I quit and SWORE I would never work in food service again; No restaurants, no fast food joints, no bars… EVER. Then my 3rd year in college I was hard up for cash and my roomate was pulling in enough to not only pay rent, but also to pay his college tuition… and he still had some left over for a new keyboard synthesizer. So I went to work at his restaurant as a server… and got paid crap, got lousy hours, and the management crapped on me. How smart was that?
The other one was a summer job working for our municipality’s Park’s department. It would have been an ok job if the full timers that were there had any kind of work ethic. They were impossible to work with and they all were jerks. Psychological bullying was a daily occurance at this place. So when the season was over I SWORE I would never work there again. Two years later, I was really hurting for money and went back to work for them again. (See the pattern here?) What WAS I thinking?
When I was young, I was part of a group called Odyssey of the Mind. Fun, but it took up most of my time, especially during the spring. So after my first year, I decided that I wouldn’t do it again.
After my fifth consecutive year in the program, you’d think I’d have learned, but no. Every year: “that was just too much work. Next year I’m not gonna. No way.” Thankfully they have an age limit, or I’d probably be there yet.
I swore I would never abandon the religion of my family. Left Islam in 1995.
I swore I would never rebel or be disrespectful to my parents. Did well until I started college.
I swore I would never get divorced. Been there, done that.
I don’t say “never” any more either: too much temptation for the Fates, it seems, to prove me otherwise.
WRS
I swore I would never try online dating again, thought it was a dead end.
Met my girlfriend on Okcupid, been with her over 3 months
I swore I would never be able to graduate college, didn’t feel I had the motivation and discipline to see it through
Graduated last December. Granted it took 5 years, but it was worth every bit of it.
I swore I wouldn’t live with my parents a day past 18
*24 and still here * :smack: *but I have a full-time job lined up this summer and plan on moving out. *
Now THAT is a good story. 
I haven’t said “never” since 1986, because it seems as soon as I did, I’d have to eat those words.
I have learned that only constant in life is CHANGE.
I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.
(sigh)