It is not easy being me!

​Why is it that I am always right, and everyone else is wrong? This is the question that was in my mind when I awoke this morning.
As usual, when going through the mental gymnastics’ routine required to structure a conundrum, I mull it over on the morning walk through the park. Lily, (the dog who must be adored), was also in pensive mood as we meandered through the wet grass and so, I put the question to her. She sniffed the air, as she always does when asked for advice, a behavior I am told is quite like that adopted by the Dutch philosopher Spinoza in the 17th century when asked for his thoughts regarding the relationship between the Self and the concept of a Universal Oneness. I interpreted her mithering to mean “Ah yes, oh wise one, for even when you are wrong; you are right!”
Now, I will be the first to admit that it is not easy always being right, but this is a cross I was always destined to bear, and I do so with courage and fortitude. Furthermore, over the years I have learnt to look with empathy and understanding upon everyone else because, whilst it is not easy always being right, it must be so much more challenging to live life always being wrong.
I can only hope that other people will respond to me with similar sympathy and understanding. So next time you see me, feel free to heave a sigh of consideration as you say to yourself, or indeed to those whom you are with – “there goes that poor individual who bears the burden of always being right”.