I met a man whose beliefs are different from mine.
It made me stumble.
I walk on firm footing of who is right and who is wrong.
And he stands in the wrong lane.
Which made me reel back and re-evaluate whether I dislike those who are wrong as much as I thought I do.
If they are wrong, and he is wrong, then why are we still talking?
I want to be with the right people.
I love to hear my rightness echoed back to me.
I listen for confirmation of how right I am.
He does not confirm my beliefs.
I suddenly feel wrong for saying mean things about them.
Because I am saying mean things about him.
Babeeee, I have gone and done it.
I have met the Other.
He is wrong.
I am right.
And we are still talking.
