It's amazing how blind panic makes you miss things staring you right in the face. Emotion clouds judgement, vision and most importantly the truth.
How many times have you shouted and screamed at somebody for doing something only to realise it was your fault? Or even better, for not doing something only for them to prove they did do it? We all make fools of ourselves that way, and most of us continue to throughout life. And the smugness we feel on the other side of that argument nobody can deny makes you feel almost Godly.
But really it makes no sense for us to be so embarrassed afterwards. What have we lost? A little pride, which is a pointless construct anyway, designed to separate the classes, which is itself an outdated system. And yet what have we gained? We're no longer shouting, panic-stricken and stressed, and we've got whatever it is that needed doing; done, that needed finding; found. So we should thank the other person, not shy away apologising profusely... Although we should apologise for losing it before we thank them. Hell, even being proved wrong about something trivial you said gives you more knowledge.
So, to all those who have proven me wrong, thank you. Unless I don't like you, in which case I'm not sorry I shouted, because you deserved it for some reason, even if it wasn't the one I screamed at you for.
Byee.
