Day 1888: Well … THEY WERE WRONG.

When I was in my early 20’s, somebody did something that can still paralyze me with disbelief.  When I told her where I went to school, she argued with my memories of the experience, telling me that women and men went to separate classes and lived in separate dorms. I kept trying to explain to her that her misconceptions were based on old information, but she persisted in insisting that her opinions were correct.  Finally, I said to her, “Where did you get this information?  Did somebody tell you this?”  She nodded her head.

I paused, looked her in the eye, and said:

Well …….  (eye contact)  THEY WERE WRONG.

And that stopped her.

Yesterday, I spoke with my boyfriend  on the phone, who informed me that  because of a “historic storm” off the coast of New England, he had watched flood waters come up our street and surround our home near the ocean.  While the flood waters had receded, leaving behind a few inches of water in the basement, he was particularly concerned  that, as everybody was forecasting, the upcoming high tide around midnight would be even worse.  My strong and reassuring boyfriend was panicked, believing that he and the cats would need to be removed from our home.  We agreed that I would call him after I attended a dance party at my group therapy convention in Houston — a city that is still traumatized by recent catastrophic flooding.

I called Michael shortly after 11 PM Houston time.  ringing his cell phone because the landline had been knocked out.  He answered the phone.

Me: How are things, honey?

Michael:  I’m in the basement.  I’m afraid to look.  I’m waiting for the flood waters to rush in here.

Me: Why don’t you go upstairs and see what’s happening?

(the sounds of Michael going upstairs so he can see what’s going on with the sea).

Michael:  Wow.

Me: What’s going on?

Michael: There’s no flooding.   Maybe it’s not high tide yet.

Me: Do you want me to check the time of the high tide?

Michael: Please. There’s no internet.

Me:  High tide is at 12:09  AM.

Michael: Oh my god.  It’s 12:20 here.

So, this is what I would say about all the meteorologists and news reports that the second high tide was going to be more destructive than the first one.

Well …. THEY WERE WRONG.

Has anybody told you that climate change does not exist?

Well …. THEY WERE WRONG.

Did anybody, when you were a kid, tell you there was something wrong with you?

Well …. THEY WERE WRONG.

Has anybody ever denied your own experience?

Well… THEY WERE WRONG.

Did anybody ever tell you that you didn’t have what it takes to pursue your passion and your dreams?

Well… THEY WERE WRONG.

Did anybody ever tell you that you had to squelch your feelings and live inauthentically?

Well… THEY WERE WRONG.

Has anybody ever treated you with disrespect?

Well … THEY WERE WRONG.

When I was in my teens, dealing with a heart condition, doctors told me I would never be able to have kids.

Well… THEY WERE WRONG.

Could we say, “Well … THEY WERE WRONG” about any of my photos from yesterday?

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Somebody told me I wouldn’t be able to stay to the end of today’s 2 PM workshop about Group Therapy and Improv because I’d need to leave early to make it to the airport in time for my flight home to Boston.

Well …. THEY WERE WRONG.

Was anybody wrong to shoot this video? Am I wrong to post it?

Here‘s The Innovation Dance Company performing “THEY WERE WRONG” at a national dance competition in Las Vegas.

 

Has anybody ever told you that you shouldn’t comment on a blog because other people might attack you for your opinions?  Well …

Thanks to all who helped me create this “Well … THEY WERE WRONG” post and — of course! — to you, for not being wrong.

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23 thoughts on “Day 1888: Well … THEY WERE WRONG.

  1. I’m very pleased your meteorologists were wrong

  2. Mary

    I checked your blog because I was wondering how you and all fared in the storm. I’m glad that my prediction was wrong!

  3. Fantastic post, Ann. One of your best. I am glad they were wrong about the tide and about you not being able to have kids. I am glad I was not wrong to drop by at 4 AM. Thank you.

  4. Thank you. Just, thank you.

  5. I am glad you had such a righteously fine time in Houston, Ann. And, of course, that your solid home wiht Michael by the ocean still stands strong.

  6. They ate usually wrong. But it never stops them from spouting….🙄

  7. I admire you for staying calm in the face of wrong information. It’s the best way to respond and, when I think about it, I realize I’m wrong for thinking there’s any other way to respond.

  8. I am happy to hear that your home is fine! I have been through floods and they are a real mess. Thank you for this affirming writing. Kudos to you for being a calm in the storm and a voice of reason. You are so right!

  9. compassionately
    she set things
    straight 🙂

  10. Lesson learned could be: Weather people are almost 80% of the time WRONG.

  11. So many wrongs- glad you were right! Hope all is ok now

  12. Pingback: Day 2475: Dealing with change | The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally

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