On Being Wrong

I have a thought. One, it seems, in retrospect, given the Newness of it all, yearwise, somehow appropriate. I begin like this:

"Having done something stupid and embarrassing again – and I’ll tell you it was so stupid and so embarrassing that I really don’t want to talk about it, at all, ever – I found myself really punishing myself for having done what I did. And after about half hour of surprisingly brutal internal rhetoric, it became obvious to me that what I needed more than anything else was some kind of recess. I just had to take myself away from all this. It was something we all needed."

And I somehow manage to conclude like this:

"So Wrong, just when he was supposed to offer the strongest opposition, simply let the rope go. And Silly was yanked so hard by the combined strength of Serious and Right that he landed on top of them both, causing all of them to fall into a pile. And just as Serious and Right were about to express the equivalent of moral indignation, Wrong completely doubled over in laughter. Doubled over so completely that there were, for a brief moment, two Wrongs, which, with an unseen flash, made another Right. And suddenly, there were no Wrongs at all. Just two Rights, either of whom, by all rights, could have felt deeply wronged by all this silliness, but didn’t. In stead, both Rights also doubled over in laughter. Which turned out to be exactly the right thing to do, because neither Silly nor Serious could be found. And everything was all right again. For everyone. For, especially, me, alright, all right."

I call it "Meditation on Being Wrong." And, if I am right, it is the subject of today's FunCast.


from Bernie DeKoven, funsmith