Name a Time When You've Been Wrong

Snood--

Obviously you've never had a disasterous first husband. A Disasterous First Husband is an experience that marks you for life.

Phoenix--

I'm glad to slot the First Mr. Noddy as Exhibit B. He'll have to stand out on his own merits.

For a change of pace and direction, I don't think I have ever been wrong nor do I think anyone else posting here has ever been wrong. we may have made poor decisions but then again the decisions we have made have all contributed to what we are today. The way to stop learning is to make no wrong decisions or better yet make no decisions at all. I call that, being dead.

Big up to snood for admitting he was wrong.

A positive aspect of being wrong is that it always makes somebody feel good to be able to correct another or tell them that they are wrong!



.....just wondering.......is there a difference between being wrong and making a mistake?

btw, I get things wrong all the time. The main "wrongness" that comes to mind is judging people on my first impressions of them or when I meet them for the first time.

I think you're wrong, Dys.

Bingo. We were in counseling even before we were married. What was I thinking?!?!?

You're right, though, Dys. If not for poor decisions we wouldn't be where we are now, and speaking purely for myself, I'm in a great place now, so maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

No, I take that back. It WAS that bad. I was definitely wrong.

But I did make the most out of a bad start.

My wife and I agreed we should get married quite young. I was wrong, she was right.

To answer snood seriously, I tend to avoid putting myself in a situation where I may be wrong (although it still happens often enough, see above ). For example, I will put forward an opinion prefaced by "Is it possible that..."

I suspect this is a form of cowardice on my part, while I tell myself I'm just being open-minded. Of course, I could be wrong...

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.."

I've seen those splits,
haven't you?
those forks,
those choice moments,
(that's a joke)
not once, as with the poet,
but
a thousand million times,
several hundred just
writing this line and
the choosing led
to all the difference
indeed,
but
I spend no time
trying to re-guess which
way I should have chosen.

The roads are one-way.

There,
just up ahead,
two roads diverge.

Joe(my pen points)Nation

nope.

wait.

Now I think I was wrong to write that poem.
Yes. I was wrong.
Please forgive me.

Now I that I think about it, I used to think anything Dyslexia said was worth a hill of beans, I was wrong about that too.

Yesterday I got caught in the rain

Joe(the list is endless)Nation

So there are no rights or wrongs for Joe (I don't take myself this seriously, it's just my cyber-persona) Nation, just choices - the consequences of which are just 'the way it goes'?

I get your wit - but, you can't admit being wrong about something? Anything?

People just naturally want to be right, even when they know they are or have been wrong. That tendency seems to make it harder to write about it. Sure, I've done wrong. But I don't focus on such things. If I become aware of it at all, I strive to be better next time is all.

I just focused on it for this one thread, but even that (one post in one thread about being wrong one time in their life) seems a stretch for some. Amazing to me. I didn't do it for the "oh look Snood is such a big man to admit he's wrong" sentiment - I think I was motivated by a desire to get to know some of the folks here better. We are often stymied by our inability to see over our defenses here, and I thought it would give everyone an insight into the reality of each other. It was an idea.

There, see- I was wrong again.

They seem to of a piece with your first post, if not deeper. (Knowing that you were wrong about someone you were serious enough to marry seems a larger mistake than being wrong about the reasons behind a certain actress getting a part, to me.)

I've been wrong lots. Some quickies:

Wrong about whether that nice guy in the warehouse would do anything untoward with my clients when they met for lunch.

Wrong (if only for a few minutes) about whether my clients were telling the truth when they came to me about what happened.

Wrong about whether my boyfriend would ever cheat on me.

Wrong about whether this time, my dad finally got the message and we wouldn't have to have the same conversation all over again, starting from scratch once again.

Wrong about how long it would take to (many things, from writing papers to planning/ preparing for a wedding).


I think the small ones (on the level of an actress getting a part in a movie) are harder to remember "cold" -- it's more the kind of thing that when it happens, you say "oh that'd fit" and then come back and add it (I've only just seen this thread).

a couple of times in my life Ive had brief moments where I thought I was a decent human being. Then I realize I'm wrong, or someone reminds me.

Snood--

Once a kid passes the age of 9 or 10 an adult can send them off raving with the announcement, "I have yet to make my first mistake."

Or even: "Well, I've just made my first mistake."

I am wrong a lot it seems but try to learn from my mistakes.
Here is a recent example where I was wrong:
http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=2753905#2753905

What is worse I have typed this post 3 times now because I used preview and closed the window. I seriously need my own idiot emoticon

I was wrong in thinking you could have a colour-blind policy towards movie casting; if you're good enough you can play any part.

It's strange isn't it, Henry V, whom we know to be white, can be played by a black actor, and will probably open up the role to black actors henceforward. But Scarlett O'Hara, who never actually existed, is almost certainly closed to black actresses.

I had a young man who was the son of a friend of mine living with me, because his mother had moved to Colorado and he had just joined a band and didn't want to leave, but had no home and was not making enough money to pay his own rent. He was often strapped for cash- and tended to drink quite a bit- but was great company and a really nice person whom I grew to admire and respect.

About two weeks after he moved in and before I had really gotten to know him (still at the stage of being distracted by his kind of lackadaisacal attitude to regular work, ability to sleep until three in the afternoon and then feed the woodstove all night because he was awake and the house was cold)- a ring of mine went missing.

My first thought was that he had taken it to pawn- because he had told me he had pawned many of his own possessions. I don't know why I thought that because nothing else in the house had ever gone missing, and he had his own key, so he had the run of our house. But for whatever reason- my gut feeling, though I was disappointed to think so-was that he'd taken it. But I never said anything- hoping against hope that I was wrong- and I soon forgot about it.

More than a year later, after he'd moved on, I was stripping the wallpaper to paint my bedroom, and I found the ring. It had fallen behind my bureau and was stuck between the carpet and the baseboard.

I was wrong to think that my feelings and concerns meant more to my Father than his drinking.

Snood, it's like Soz said... after a time, you only remember the big ones.
Yeah, there have been times, where I thought I was right and argued it, without exactly listening to the other person, only to have it finally dawn on me that I'm wrong.
"Oh...."
I just learned to listen and understand better...

But, to me, the big ones, the ones where you believed in someone and you were wrong, are much more memorable.

I misjudged Baldimo on a politics thread -- thought he was suggesting that a browner population would be a bad thing.

Sometimes the things I've done wrong and been wrong about keep me up at night. Overwhelming.