It’s easy to admit you’re wrong if you don’t care about being right.

I had a sandwich for dinner. Sandwiches are for lunch.

I’m heading to Amsterdam tomorrow so I wanted to use up what is in my fridge. I had enough bread and American cheese, but was overloaded with 6 pieces of turkey. I like 4 pieces of turkey. The squeeze bottle of mayo ran out about 3/4 of what I’d normally use, and remember since it’s 6 pieces, I probably needed about 1 1/8 of what I’d typically use. I cooked the bread into toast and then created a masterpiece. I only ate about 5/8 of the sandwich because it was too much turkey. I knew it.

Anyway, I finished Chuck Klosterman’s book Football and enjoyed it. There were chapters on the CFL, CTE, Jim Thorpe, Creed’s Thanksgiving halftime performance, and race in football, which was my favorite. Why is CMC the best RB and he’s white? Why aren’t there black punters? What about Rashard Mendenhall’s idea of a Pro Bowl of all white vs all black?

You’ll like the book if you find this amusing.

Reaction to Creed’s Thanksgiving spectacle was unsurprising…The 65,000 people who watched it live in the stadium went bananas. Everyone else saw it as an atrocity on par with the tragedy it commemorated…Creed was a mega popular group best known for being unpopular. The aerial acrobats were doing something both impressive and ridiculous, and they were all bald and shirtless that the whole thing became unintentionally gay. Nobody could explain what any of this had to do with the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center, even though the relationship was undeniable and obvious...Stapp picked #11 because the 2nd and 3rd Creed albums both hit No.1 on the Billboard sales charts, meaning “11” represented the number “1” twice in a row. This is idiotic and mildly confusing.

Which brings me back to the quote I opened with.

It has nothing to do with sandwiches or Scott Stapp, and I won’t pretend I can neatly tie it all together. Lately, I’ve stopped caring so much about being right. I still think I am, but I don’t need anyone else to agree. This makes it easier to accept when I’m wrong which has made life a little bit easier.

This idea of being right has gotten me far, but I don’t think it can take me any farther. It’s time to stop caring about trying to be right and start trying to be wrong.

I don’t mean to run out in traffic or put a million dollars on a roulette spin. That’s dumb. Making efforts to be right is restricting. I’ve lived my life always trying to be right. This next phase will be experimenting because I’ve gotten myself in a position where I can. Not with drugs. Not with money. Not with hare brained ideas like inventing the question mark. I intend to think a bit about this and I’ll share what I mean in a future post when I get back from Europe. This concept will alter the trajectory of my life I presume.