If there's one thing I know for sure, it's that I'm never wrong. Just ask my cat, Mittens. He'll tell you all about how I always make the right decisions when it comes to his food, playtime, and napping schedule. But for those poor souls who are wrong all the time, I can only imagine how exhausting it must be. I mean, can you imagine constantly having to backtrack, apologize, and eat your words? It's like running a marathon, except instead of your legs, it's your ego that's getting a workout. Luckily, I wouldn't know anything about that. I just sit back with my "Being Wrong All The Time Must Be Exhausting" coffee mug, sip my perfectly brewed java, and bask in the glory of always being right. It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.
