12) I Was Wrong About Everything, And I Still Am

​The American sitcom, "Seinfeld," was boring. (Before "Friends" and "How I Met Your Mother," there was "Seinfeld.") I was obliviously wrong. I was very young at the time to understand it. Now, I get it, and I enjoy watching it.

I caught an attractive lady staring at me. (Love at first sight.) I was wrong. I smiled at her. A few seconds later, her boyfriend came out of the restroom, then he held her hand.

​I unexpectedly ran into my high school crush at the store, Target. (Remember, in high school, I was shy and quiet. Also, I had so many crushes, but I never did anything, anyway.) We have never seen each other for 8 years, since we graduated from high school. I wanted to fully impress her, so I honestly flirted with her. (I am no James Bond.) I was wrong. I creeped her out.

I challenged the sun in a staring contest. I was stupidly wrong. (I thought I was a superhero.) No wonder, I first started wearing eyeglasses in the 4th grade.

When I was in 8th grade, I believed that I will play, like Kobe Bryant, (his name appears again) if I wore his shoes, Adidas Crazy Ones. I was wrong. I tried doing his turnaround fadeaway, then I was off balance. On the attempt, I almost fell down. (I was brainwashed by consumerism.)

For my first time to hit the weights, bench pressing at 115 pounds was a piece of cake. (I am an athlete.) I was uncertainly wrong. My good friend spotted me, and he practically lifted it.
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During pickup basketball, I thought it was going to be a long wait as usual. I was wrong. My squad was ready to play for the next game, but I had no idea. I was in my own world continuing to write a blog (not this one), until somebody yelled my name, "Mikeeeee!"
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There I go on with assuming things.

I have done many wrongdoings in my life (and it will be a never ending blog), and I admit them.

To this day, I still make mistakes, and I admit it.

How will I ever learn, then? First, I must obviously know something to ever learn it, or else I will never learn from my mistakes. (Well, duh.) For example, I fell down many times, as I was learning how to walk for the first time ever.

Every time I finish writing my blog, I always proofread it. I read it over, like 5 times. I usually commit errors. I admit it.

As I people watch (stop and stare), I have a long-time habit of judging strangers. For the reason that, I do not know them, and I will highly, unlikely see them again. I admit it.

If you disagree with this entry, or my other ones, I am okay with it. (You cannot always agree with what I am writing. I understand.) I will never be perfect, and I admit it.
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In his post, "Why I'm Wrong About Everything (And So Are You)," Mark Manson writes, "The only way to make real progress in your life is to admit that you're always wrong."