Tell us about a time you found out after the fact that you’d been mistaken and you had to eat a serving of humble pie.
Uummm… so this could almost be applicable to me every. single. day.
I have this
bad habit knack of saying something and sounding totally convincing about it. Usually, it’s information that has probably been heard third or fourth hand, or something I heard incorrectly on the news, and I just run with it.
I’m the person in Chinese Whispers who ends up changing the phrase ‘My cat had kittens’ to something more along the lines of “I bake cakes in prison”.
More often than not, Hulk and I will have an argument about something. I’ll say it’s X, and he’ll say it’s Y, and then we’ll argue until we’re blue in the face or until one of us cracks the shits out of pure stubbornness and then stops even acknowledging the other person exists (until it’s time for a cuppa). So more often than not, I’m the one that’s wrong. I just don’t like to admit it or acknowledge it. It just gives Hulk the opportunity to gloat.
However, on the flip side, there are moments where I will prove him wrong, and then I just can’t let it be. I have to keep having little digs at him about it. Usually because by that stage I’m already pissed off, and we’ve both cracked the shits. I can’t just let it go. I think it’s because I feel as though if I keep having little digs at him, and ‘rubbing it in’ then maybe he’ll pay attention.
Regardless of how much humble pie he might force me to eat, through no fault of my own, I still love him.