Little did I know
(Post taken off my C drive, written a few weeks ago after thinking about the lovely theme of "Little did he know" in one of my all-time favorite movies Stranger than Fiction. If you haven't seen the movie, you definitely should check it out.)

When I was a very small child, the theme song of Doctor Who scared me so badly I would run out of the living and hide somewhere, usually with my hands over my ears to drown out that inhuman “WEEE-OOOOH!” wail that scared the crappers out of it. Little did I know that twenty years later I’d be a gigantic fan of Doctor Who, knitting Doctor Who items, forcing getting my nieces and friends to watch the show, and squealing at the end an episode saying, “MORE!”

From the time I was about six to late teens I would remember this horrible torture in a Chinese movie that must have traumatized me when I first saw it because my brain never let it go. Little did I know that I would watch the movie with that torture scene in my late twenties and laughed my fool heads at what a hilarious screwball comedy Peking Opera Blues really was.

I used to swear that I would never, ever, ever, EVER EVER work a job that required me to get up at six in the morning. Even if it was my dream job and came with every little perk and advantage that I wanted, if it required me to get up at six in the morning or earlier, I would refuse it. Little did I know that for a couple of months in 2007, I would get at five o’clock every workday morning for a job that was not exactly a dream job.

When I was at Carleton doing my undergraduate, I would pass the school gym and remark on how crazy someone would have to be to actually go to the gym and how much those machines look like torture devices. Little did I know that for a full year in my late twenties, I'd be in the gym almost daily, and sometimes twice a day, taking both aerobics and NIA classes, and I'd be enjoying the hell out of it.

Up until I left high school, I believed I would spend my ENTIRE LIFE in Ottawa. I never wanted to travel, I hated change and never wanted to explore anything outside what I knew, and I never wanted to leave Ottawa. Little did I know then that I would spend two years in Montreal and a year after that, live in Etobicoke, work in Oakville, and play in Toronto.

I wasn’t allowed to sleep over my friends’ place until I was about twenty one or so, and that was fine with me. Sleeping in a room that wasn’t mine made me uncomfortable and I couldn’t see myself branching out to where I’d feel not ill-at-ease staying at a house that wasn’t my family’s. Little did that I know that for the rest of my twenties, I’d find it perfectly natural to throw my PJs, toiletry, and knitting in a bag and head over to a friend’s place, AND that not only would I stay just for a night, sometimes I stay there for whole weekends, even weeks.

As an extension of the last one, it’s amazing how of those people whose places I have stayed (or shared a hotel room with at conventions ^^) were people I met online or through friends who I met online. When I started the whole Net business back in, oh, ’95, I was just looking for X-Files fanfic on a freenet account. Little did I know (actually, I think little did anyone know how big the Internet was going to be), little did I know how many people I would meet through the Net, how many of them I would meet in person and form some amazing and long lasting friendships with.

Same thing with Dream of Sakura. I was looking for a place to express my love for CLAMP’s X universe, and I figured I’d just post something on that message board and disappear. Yeah, that so did not happened. Little did I know how much I would become addicted to that board, to the marvelous people there, how much like second home it would become, and that I’d still be in contact with many of them people there, even though we’ve all expanded past the CLAMP fandom universe.

Lastly, during the early days of blogs, I used to scoff at the “navel gazers” who thought themselves so important as to have their own blog.

O.o.

Yeah, little did I know.

What are your “little did I know”s?