I hate being wrong. Especially when someone calls me on it. At the bookstore tonight, I was recommending Sweetness in the Belly. I said it was set in the Middle East. This girl I wasn't talking to pipes up and says, "Actually, it's Africa." And I felt like a culturally ignorant jerk.
Because I just went with the feeling I had. And they were Arabic, in the book. I think.
And I spent all night feeling stupid. And I need to stop it. It's not a big deal, being wrong. Or having someone think you're dumb. I must thicken my skin. Maybe there's some kind of cream I can get for that.