erroneous

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It is important to be aware of those times when we are in error.  It is on those occasions that our true character can be tested.  One’s response to such a realization, or whether the realization occurs at all, can speak volumes about a person’s dedication to that which can be deemed “true.”

I have, over the years, developed a particular fondness for finding myself in the wrong, and admitting it.  There are times, I will concede, that I still find it difficult to do so.  However, as this kind of circumstance tends to be one of our best learning mechanisms, the pride I hold for my ability to admit such a fault typically outweighs the difficulties associated with doing just that.

In my younger years, I was a thief and a liar.  That was pretty wrong.

I have stated on numerous occasions that the bulk of humanity is utterly stupid.  I could be mistaken.  After all, the bulk of humanity may well include me, but, that being the case, maybe I was right after all.

My own selfish ends have, at times, affected the lives of others in less than positive ways.  As such, I have been in error.

I’ve always believed that self-analyzation can lead one to bettering one’s self.  That just might be a total load.

As a troubled youth in middle school, I was constantly humiliated and poked at.  Adolescents can be exceedingly cruel.  That day, in band class, when I shattered my worst enemy’s oboe into a million fragments, simply because I couldn’t tolerate his crap anymore, I can admit I was wrong.

When I say that Las Vegas is overflowing with uncaring assholes, I know I could be inaccurate, but I doubt it.

There have been, I’m sure, countless times when I simply had no idea what I was saying or doing, with a false sense of confidence nonetheless.  One might call that an incorrectitude.

Although I’d been told many times growing up that “life isn’t fair,” I still held onto some belief that life could be made fair.  That was so wrong that it’s actually painful.

It is entirely possible that this and every other blog entry I have ever made is, and were, completely full of crap.  How errant.

Hell, the very idea of human morality, “right” and “wrong,” might be one big crock, leading to an anomalous inconsistancy which begins at this very post and extends to all ends of our idiotic culture.  If that’s the case, then I’ve completely wasted your time.  I would offer my apologies…..

…because that would be wrong.