I heard through a secondary source that someone once explained me as someone who “never assumes anything.” I’m not sure if this is correct, but I will assume it is and try to watch it play out.
If I had said that myself I think I would have put it more like: I am not surprised when my expectations or assumptions are incorrect. Maybe my mind is a sort of blend between Buddhism and Epictetus. Instead of being utterly passive and sustained by my mere existence in the world, like a jellyfish is sustained by the ocean [to steal a metaphor from Ursula K. LeGuin] or like how I perceive Buddhism [I am going to leave this as a sentence fragment]. In my case, Epictetian behavior is my fundamental, controlling what I can control, using control of myself to control the world.
At the same time, my control has limits, and my knowledge is only subjective. Recognition of this often leads me to the conclusion that inaction is the safest route, one that disturbs the equilibrium the least. So often I do not act, do not speak, do not assume because the results might be unfavorable. I am not a risky person. When I do make assumptions and have expectations, I almost always keep them quiet because I might be wrong. I try not to let them influence my perceptions to the point where I might treat them as fact and not supposition.
Perhaps this is prideful of me, to not state my assumptions or act on my expectations because I fear I might appear a fool when I am proven wrong. I appear a fool often enough without this however, so it might as well not matter.