May Day
You know those arguments you have where at some point in the middle you realize you’re wrong but you keep arguing anyway? Because you are angry at the other person for keeping it going, or you can’t stand being wrong, or because you’d have to admit to things you don’t want to acknowledge about yourself? Good stuff.
I’ve found that as I get older, I am not much better at admitting I’m wrong; only better at realizing when I’m wrong. Some day, I’ll probably reach the point where I decide damaging a friendship, keeping up a transparent facade, or proving some ridiculous notion of intelligence through tenacity in the defense of an untruth, is just dumb. Most likely, it will occur gradually, without some catalytic event that forever corrects my warped perceptions of what is important.
If, however, I am blessed with such an epiphany, I imagine it will look an awful lot like what May 6 looked like to Hillary Clinton. Hillary has known that she is probably going to lose for a while, now. But after yesterday, she lost the ability to pretend she has a shot at winning under any sane-minded metric.
And then there were two.
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