There is no comfort in being right.
Don’t you sometimes wish you were wrong about things? It’s nice to be right, but I think it’s worse when you make a crummy prediction and it actually comes true. But then again, the fact that you make a crummy prediction about it means that you (at least half) expected it to come true anyway, so what’s so crummy about that? It’s not like you didn’t see it coming… Unless it was your own skepticism and cynicism (are those the same thing?) speaking and you were really hoping that you would be proven wrong. Which seems kind of ironic because who makes a prediction just to be wrong??
Well, at least in the end you know you were right, right?