Codesmith

Life, Or Something Like It
2005-06-06 12:23:00 (UTC)

Being Wrong

It's 0606, Monday. 810am. Slightly cloudy.

I sometimes wonder if, maybe, I am wrong about everything.
Absolutely wrong. Wrong about my assertions, my
assumptions, my ... knowledge.

It's only natural to wonder. Afterall, you go to school
and the first thing they teach you is try to be more of an
independent thinker. An independent individual. One, freed
from the shackles of conformism. If that's a word.

But, ... ironically. That's kind of, in itself, a shackle
as well. I mean, to be an independent thinker? Just like
everyone else? Isn't that conforming as well? Sure, you
have no particular ideals in common, or anything. But,
you're still doing the same as everyone else.

It's like people I meet, who say they are unique because
they aren't like everyone else. Well, guess what. There
are alot of other people as well that do the same thing,
and that in turn doesn't make you unique anymore.

But, if we're going by ... lifestyle, then surely, ...
these unique people would definitely be unique. But, by
ideology? Then, no. They would not be.

I digress.

But, I wonder, if sometimes ... I am wrong. There are
times in the past, where I am just so catastrophically
wrong about something ... that it's just almost ridiculous
how wrong I was. I wonder, if maybe ... I am that way,
about everything. I just don't know it.

I'm in one of my more fatalistic moods tonight. Probably
because, I am feeling ... well, fatalistic. I sometimes
see into the dark, gaze into her lovely black depths, and
I think to myself ... I should wander in it, and never
return.

... Of course, this is when I'm wandering into the kitchen
with the lights out. But, other times, when I have the
door open and it's pitch black in the hallways ... I
wonder.

What that, and being wrong have to do in common, I don't
know. I guess in addition to being fatalistic, I'm also in
a ... capricious mood today.

I just thought I would write since, if I don't then it
will be like, another four days till I write again. I
think between the choices of writing nothing and writing
something ... unimportant and perhaps even,
unintelligible ... I would go with the latter. At least
then, ... well, something's done.

Although, it is true that sometimes nothing is better than
something.




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