Okay, I’m not always right, but I am usually right. And this has a tendency to bother people. No one likes to be wrong, but it really bothers me. I have to be right. I have to know. If someone tells me I did something wrong I start freaking out, especially when they hold it over my head. I’m human, I make mistakes, but come on. I don’t rub your nose in it when you do something wrong. I gently correct you (if it needs to be corrected).
So why do I have to always be right? I’m not sure. I like knowing the answers. I don’t like mysteries. I don’t like guessing. I like to know. I like people being able to come to me, ask me a question, and I am able to tell them the answer, the right answer. I like knowing everything, and I like being right. Not in the snobby way, just in the smart way. Is this making any sense?
There was a lot I didn’t know when I was younger, and yes you learn with age and all that, but had I known a few more things back then maybe I wouldn’t have made all the same choices I did. Good or bad for that matter. And maybe part of it is that I didn’t know about my husband’s other woman and that bothers me, because looking back there were so many signs. I just didn’t know to look for them. Well now I know. And I know to look for other things too. But it’s not just knowing in order to save me any heartache later. I also just like knowing so I can know. It doesn’t mean I am going to do anything with the information. It’s just going to reside in my head, waiting patiently to emerge should the need arise.
I’m sure I may add something to this later, or make a Why I’m Always Right… II but we shall see. Until then my dear readers 🙂