I always think of myself as right. After all, I don’t hold opinions if I think they are wrong. That would be crazy. I don’t stand for stuff I know isn’t right. I know what is good and what is bad, and I choose good every time. I guess you could say that I am always right. Why would I approve of something or do something if it were wrong? Thus goes the inner workings of my mind, as I comfort myself with the idea that I am right and you are wrong. When you stop too quickly in front of me, and I run into you, it’s your fault. When I stop suddenly in front of you, and you run into me, it’s your fault. When you are short with me, you’re being unkind. When I’m short with you, it’s because I had a hard day; give me a break!
Love the “ so longs”.😊❤️