The Cost of Being Right

"My best friend, Mark, and I fought over something stupid. This antique pocket

watch. I insisted it was worth $100. He said I was being ripped off.

A ridiculous, childish argument, but I let it be the hill I died on."

"I told him, 'You'll realize I was right one day.' He just walked out.

And then, the waiting game began." "I was waiting for him to call,

to admit I was right about the watch's value. He was waiting for me to apologize

for caring more about a trivial possession than about him. Weeks turned into

agonizing months." "I felt the pressure every time my phone lit up, but pride was heavier