I’m always right, 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 incorrect. 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 out loud how to spell “goatee,” & I’ll shout across the room “g-o-a-t-e” (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. Yet, as obnoxious and embarrassing as it is, I think I’d prefer to have someone correct me.
I would rather have someone tell me that my version of ‘açai’ is flat out wrong then continue to mispronounce it. & boy, would I have loved to have someone step in and tell me that the words to dancing queen aren’t “see that girl, watch her scream, kicking the dancing queen.”
I think we’d all appreciate someone (tactfully) telling us when we’re making a misstep.
But, hey, who knows… I’m probably wrong.
