Damnit. I really hate being wrong. But I hate even more being right, but being perceived as wrong through miscommunication.
When this happens, I can't help but try to rectify it. Even when I am pretty sure no one is agonizing over my error (at least not more than me) or even paying that much attention or has even recognized that a mistake was made to begin with. I end up going to a lot of trouble, when if I'd just ignored it and moved on, it would be forgotten by everyone much more speedily.
As you might guess, I'm not going to follow my own revelation here, I'm going to try to explain what happened. So we can all stop worrying about why I am so stupid and realize that I am not, I am just misunderstood.
Last night, in my efforts to be subtle, I leapt too quickly from my love of words to my attraction to intelligent people. What I was trying to say is that my passion for words has brought to my attention that there exists a name for the curious fact that I think smart people are sexy as hell.
There. I am now free to go about my day.
Oh, and guess what? There's a name for this as well. It's called the Spotlight Effect.
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