I Was Right About Thinking I Might Be Wrong

                                        Garden of the Gods, Colorado Springs, Colorado

Being frequently wrong, one might assume I would be accustomed to it 
But I'm not - despite my long history of being frequently in the wrong
It still catches me by surprise and I end up having to apologize
At least to myself

Some say that it may possibly be some sort of self-preservation instinct

That without surprise it might dawn on me how often I'm wrong

And I'd jump off a cliff and aim for the really sharp rocks

But that's not it at all

I'm surprised when I'm wrong primarily because of how right I can be
I can remember so much obscure, primarily useless crap
Trivia this week - two 1st and one 2nd place finish
All by my lonesome

I do not know how I retain unnecessary information about arcane stuff

The information seems to worm it's way into a corner of my brain

Waiting for an opportunity to reveal itself so it can exclaim

 Loudly, "Ubu Roi, Jarry!"

Unfortunately, the things I should know, the things that matter most

Such as how to swallow my pride, how to exit gracefully

How not to open mouth, insert foot - or feet

Elude me like Dionysian Mysteries