Psych 101.

It's interesting how your perceptions change as the facts change.

Take that job (yes, I'm still sulking), for instance.

Before today's phonecall I was having second thoughts about this job; it involved officially emigrating to another country, which entails such an incredible amount of paperwork and arrangements, that it makes your hair stand on end. So, basically, I was afraid that, if I were to accept this job, I'd be biting off more than I could chew. I actually caught myself thinking, on more occasions than one, that, if I just 'failed' the interview, I wouldn't have to make that choice.

Now that I've actually 'failed' the interview, however, my perceptions seem to have shifted considerably. I'm bummed out, naturally, but I especially dislike the idea that the decision was taken out of my hands; they made the choice for me.

The decision I initially dreaded making is a decision I now wish I was still able to make.

Cheers