So, once again, I was wrong and Someone was right. I won't say Who. Perhaps two Someones were both right...that's more likely.
You know, when you're young, you think that you know everything...and even if you're intelligent enough to be aware that you don't know everything, you still usually think that you know which decision is the right one to make, and most people cannot be dissuaded from those youthful decisions....until they realize on their own that they were wrong.
However, normally, when someone tells you something, and you refuse to listen, and then it turns out that they were right all along....if that happens, with the same Someone, on several occasions...you'd think that after a while you would learn to listen to the Someone.
However, I still don't listen. I mean, I listen more now than I did before, that's for sure. At least I think I do. But many times I am, in fact, though I disagree with others who say it, quite stubborn. I don't mean to be stubborn. I try very hard to be agreeable and sweet and nice and such. But evidently it's ingrained in the very makeup of my being to be difficult.
Now, many people, when faced with someone who is constantly stubborn, constantly doesn't listen, rarely admits they are wrong....most people would eventually give up and walk away....but there are some people who don't. There are some people who stand by, waiting, quite patiently, for the stubborn person to figure out, once again, that they were right. These are the people that truly deserve to be thanked. These are the people who you can depend on, no matter how many times you screw up, no matter how many times you're a spoiled, rotten, rebellious, stubborn, brat. And maybe, just maybe, that's the real meaning of Family.
