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I know when I’m wrong because I can feel it, I don’t feel light and airy, instead I feel weighed down because there are times when I don’t want to own up to being wrong. Those times are for the most part all tied to my husband. We’ll have an argument and if I am feeling testy instead of acknowledging that I could have been wrong and apologizing, I dig in deeper and even though deep down I know that I am not being fair, I won’t budge. It is very rare because I am generally easy going, but when those rare moods occur, I just see red and I become obstinate over things that normally never bother me, there isn’t really any rhyme or reason. I can’t predict these moods but thankfully there remain very rare.
That feeling of being wrong is very palpable, I feel it physically so I know it in a physical way. But here I’ve been talking about being wrong on an emotional level. Factually, I haven’t any trouble acknowledging the possibility of being wrong, my memory is shot so I know first hand that there is a good possibility that I might be wrong. I think that facts deserve to be treated with respect and dignity, I don’t want to misrepresent the facts if I can help it. There is too little by way of holding facts to the highest regard in the national discussion. I do not want to contribute to that sad phenomena where facts are tossed aside in the war of being right.
laurieanichols 
Hey I believe that we take out our frustrations on those close to us, so it’s okay to be stubborn and stuff. I know I do it all the time and then have to ask for forgiveness. I have a saying, “if I don’t have nothing NICE to say, say nothing at all.” I have to live by it or I’d go off on half the world, especially drivers on the road and people in the check out counters! LOL As you may know I am getting ready to move into a house that my sister bought and my dad put up my inheritance (before he dies) so that we have a house to live in. Long story short, sister just got divorced, has a disability, and has two kids…so she gets upper house we me and Felix get lower half or basement. Well, My sister said to me, Jackie cannot move in she needs a job first…I wanted to go off. I did not….after this big family thing it all straightened out and we move by Dec 1st—new house new Christmas. Now I might get my old job back doing security b/c the supervisor was (Crazy) and he QUIT finally…so even though I would rather write I might do this job so I can remodel the basement into our apartment and the nice thing is we have a bathroom…oh and my sister called me a “ass____” and other words too…I know she was mad, but I just kept quiet…I was right she was wrong and that is that. I could write a book…sorry to go on and on… ~Jackie