wrong

I don't much care for being wrong; truly, I don't think many people do. I certainly don't intend to be wrong; however, it does happen. And I'll admit it. I am human and this human experience seems to thrive on things going wrong. Sometimes I am to blame.

But what I really don't like, and for some reason this really gets to me, it when I'm told I'm wrong and others thing I'm wrong. It's almost like being a kid again when you know you're right, but someone--perhaps someone older--tells you you're wrong, but you're truly right beyond all reasonable doubts. It's like someone telling you the sky is green, but it's blue. Clearly everyone around you can see that it's blue, I can see it's blue, that deceived person must be able to see that it's blue; but for whatever reason, the person states that it's green. This drives me insane. To make matters worse, others around don't see that I'm right, and I have clearly proven that I am.

I'm having one of these experiences right now--I know that I'm right and the other person is clearly in the wrong, but I know that the best thing to do is to walk away from it. This is killing my pride, but I'm sure it's the right thing to do. Well, it's not just killing my pride, it's agitating me from the inside out and it's over such a petty, inconsequential thing.

So here, as this blog is my witness, I'm walking away from it and hopefully taking the higher road.