If you find yourself in a relationship where your partner, your girlfriend, your fiancee, whatever it is, is consistently telling you about all the things you do wrong…

Whenever you have an argument she’ll listen to you and then they’ll come back to telling you how wrong you are.

They never ever admit their own mistakes. They’re constantly blaming you for everything.

Everything that goes wrong in the relationship.

Everything that goes wrong with the children.

As a matter of fact, everything is your fault.

Well, you’re dating a character from Miss Bogart’s fifth grade class.

I know the majority of you did not go to Quaker Ridge School in Scarsdale, New York.

But there was this amazing teacher that everybody wanted.

At the end of fourth grade, we all thought to ourselves as we were leaving school, I hope I’m in Miss Bogart’s class.

It was a random lottery system that decided what teacher your going to be with. I swear they must have picked names out of a hat.

You didn’t find out until August. As a matter of fact, you didn’t find out until about 10 days before school.

And all of a sudden, my name was drawn.

And I was in Miss Bogart’s class.

I was so happy. I couldn’t believe that I got Miss Bogart. Everybody wanted her.

It was going to be the best year of my life. My fifth grade year at Quaker Ridge School was going to be all about Miss Bogart.

Now a little background information about me.

I’ve got severe ADD.

I never paid attention in school at all.

My mind would drift and think about everything else.

Thankfully, it was the 70’s and nobody diagnosed you or medicated you because you have something that I think is actually a genius thing to have.

Because of my ADD now, I kick ass and I get unbelievable things done and I have incredible concentration when I’m talking to people and incredible concentration when I’m doing certain things that I’m stimulated by.

But school to me, well school had no stimulation at all, except for my fifth grade year.

Miss Bogart taught us so many great lessons. And one of the best lessons was this character called I am never wrong.

She would draw it on the board.

She would draw these characters on your homework.

I am never wrong was this character who was unemotionally evolved.

Mentally uninvolved and consistently always had to be perfect.

Blamed everybody for everything due to their own fears and insecurities. Everybody was responsible for I am never wrong‘s shitty life.

Because of Miss Bogart’s class, and the only year I ever paid attention in school, I can really probably thank Miss Bogart for being the coach that I am right now.

Because in a relationship, I’ve seen people like that who totally point the finger consistently.

But here’s the deal. The next time you’re playing the character of I am never wrong.

I want you to point a finger at somebody and then I want you to look at how many fingers are pointing directly back at you.

That’s right. You learned that in kindergarten. If there’s one finger pointing at somebody else.

There are three fingers. Count them. Look at your hand and let’s count together.

One. Two. Three.

And that’s not how many licks it takes to get to the bottom of the Tootsie Roll pop.

So next time you play I am never wrong and you have a relationship where your shaming somebody else, take a look at your own issues.

Take a look at all the stuff that your not confronting. Take a look at all the things that your not taking responsibility for.

I’ve dated people like that.

And I’ve had relationships with people like that.

That don’t take responsibility for ANYTHING.

It drives me nuts. As a matter of fact, I can’t even communicate to people like that. They’re a waste of my time and a waste of my energy.

They’re not my emotional equal.

They’re not my mental equal.

And if you engage them in an argument.

It’s like engaging an idiot.

Basically, I want you to look at it this way. If you ever date or your ever in a relationship with an I am never wrong.

And you decide to engage them in an argument.

You might as well go to the zoo and engage an chimpanzee in an argument because your not going to get anywhere. You’re dealing with somebody who’s beneath you, mentally and emotionally. Because they can’t see of take responsibility for anything else.

Is this clear enough for all of you who have dealt with Mrs. I am never wrong?

I certainly hope so.