except when i’m wrong (which is far more often than i care to admit). i can’t tell you the number of times i’ve said something with absolute confidence, only to find out that i was COMPLETELY wrong. a lot of the time it’s when i’m spelling. i’m always the first one in the room to shout out an answer and the last one to actually know what the correct answer is. someone will ask me how to spell “goatee,” for example, and i will proudly spell it as “goate” (who needs the extra “e” anyway?) the worst part of it all is that the only one to call me out is my mom (& she makes a scene of it, trust me). i get away with it so often that i have this false sense of confidence that i’m always right. but i think i’d prefer to have someone correct me. i would rather have someone tell me that my version of ‘açai’ is trash then continue to mispronounce it. & boy would i have loved to have someone step in and tell me that the words to ‘smells like teen spirit’ aren’t ‘here we are now, in containers.’ i think we’d all appreciate someone (tactfully) telling us when we’re making a misstep. but, hey, who knows… i’m probably wrong.
