You know, it might sound crazy, but I love when I’m wrong. OK, not always. But often it is a very relieving feeling.
So often I have this feeling of being right and having to show that I’m right. But then when something comes up that shows that I was actually the wrong one, I feel like I don’t have to worry so much about proving my rightness all the time because I’m not necessarily right anyway so why go crazy over that?
And on that crazy note, good night.