01/15/04: say what?

I love it when I'm wrong.

I love it when I'm proven absolutely 180-degrees-backwards-plumb-dumb-couldn't-be-any-wronger wrong.


I am always convinced that people don't listen to me. Don't know why, but I always get that vibe. Some people listen to me, sure, but I find that the ones who don't are the ones I wish really were.

So tonight I found out in a rather bittersweet moment that a person I was convinced never heard or cared about a goddamn word I ever said actually remembered a very obscure detail about me, and sent me a teeny gift reflecting this. This little token means more to me than almost anything ever has...

because it proved that I was wrong.

Thanks for the gift, and for the gift of humility.