I am a bit of a pessimist. I expect the bad. That way, if I right, I am prepared and if I am wrong, I can be pleasantly surprised. Most of the time, it isn’t a problem being right. I like being prepared. But there are times I wish I wasn’t right as often as I am. “I hate being right” was a refrain I use to have play in my head a lot back in the early 90s because of the guy I was dating.

Over the years, I have noticed that when I am upset with a loved one, I will predict the lowest expected behavior and damn, they prove me right again and again. This is when I really hate being right.

Lately, I have learned that my parents don’t follow the pattern. They use to fit it but now have their own warped pattern that we are still trying to map.

And my dear friends don’t follow the pattern anymore. In the past, I haven’t had friends that have been dear to me that have been willing to work on our issues. And lo, recently I was surprised by being wrong in my prediction. Hallelujah! This has lead to even more closeness and trust. I value being wrong.

So, this appears to leave boyfriends/ex-boyfriends/lovers/romantic interests within the pattern. And another one proved me right again. If I was wrong, I would have been facing something scary, possibly painful and probably Good For Me(tm). Things might have gotten better between us (after getting worse). But no, he followed my expectation. He surprised me when he seemed to step out of line, but he quietly got back in.

Damn, sometimes I hate being Right.