Humans are a sorry lot. They have to be right about everything, even when they are wrong. It doesn't matter -- as long as they think they are right, and make you agree that they are right, they're happy. This brings to mind one of my favorite plays, Right If You Think You Are, written by Italian playwright Luigi Pirandello in 1917, wherein conflicting versions of the truth are told by the main characters, each of whom claims the other is off his rocker. (Read it, it's a hoot!)Anyway, following my heart attack last September I had three doctors -- not one, not two, but three -- strongly suggest that I eschew eating red meat altogether and seriously consider adopting a vegetarian diet. One cardiologist even said I should be vegan. I posted that in one of my blogs, and have told friends when they invite me to dinner, and I am stunned at how many people who never went to med school, never treated anyone with a heart attack, and never had a heart attack themselves insist that is 100% wrong information because they read it in a book. I have been told many times that "the doctors have an agenda." What, I wonder, could it be -- do they have pet cows at home?
So, to avoid being one of those people who have to be right all the time I am starting a new phase in life where I will aim to be wrong, but proudly, and with flair. I will profess to know nothing, saying things like, "Don't ask me," "Who knows?" and "You got me there!" Heck, I don't even know if that's a good idea.
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