Sometimes something bugs me. I try to ignore it. Sometimes it goes away. Sometimes it doesn't go away. It bugs me and bugs me and drives me to distraction. It's all I can do just to think of other things, just to function. I keep digging and thinking, thinking and digging, until I'm satisfied that I know what I need to know. Until I'm satisfied I'm right. It's very important for me to be right. It always has been. I've settled into a rut, where being right and knowing I'm right is enough. Deep down, though, I know I'm kidding myself. No, I'm flat-out lying to myself. It's not enough. It never has been enough. It never will be enough. So, having admitted that, where do I go from here?